Fire burned in his veins, pain and suffering eating away at that thin threshold of his sanity as he leaned against the walls of the dark, quiet safe room.
His suit, his skin, his hair, everything about him was covered in blood - most of it was his. He had no first aid, he was low on ammo and his team was nowhere to be found. The pain kept hammering away at his resolve, ruthless in its agony until finally that determination to survive was just a mocking shadow in his mind.
A crooked smile lit his bloodied face as he raised his pistol, the cold steel firmly held against his head. Speaking to nothing but himself and the darkness, he whispered one last time-
"It's a long way down... but I'm getting there fast."