[God, this would be easier if he had his helmet. The H.U.D. was fried on arrival, but at least he might be able to fucking see more than two feet in front of him.]

[The voice doesn't sound familiar. That's also a good sign. The uniform dark is bad enough without hallucinations being tossed into the mix, and he's had more than enough of those things in his lifetime, thanks.]

[Deep breath. Keep moving. His tone is level.]

All right, well, keep talking so I can find you. I can't see shit down here. [ - oh, wait, no. There's the light of another torch.] Actually, never mind. I'll come to you.