Struggling to stay calm, Chris faught the arctic freeze of the water, and made best not to open his eyes for long periods of time. He had not counted on an underwater current, which swept him away from the cavity in the ice. However that was the least of his troubles, he had to get to the surface fast. Probably around thirty feet below the ice, he still swam. He had an incredible ability to keep his heart rate down, and hold his breath for a sufficient amount of time. But this wouldn't prove worthy of success. In desperation, and the sense of deprevation of oxygen, he ripped off his trench coat, only to freeze him more, but he still had a large chance. (Not a normal human, remember..)
*ahhh, yes, thats it, your getting there.* He thought.
With the last bit of oxygen he press up against the ice, which isolated him from freedom. Firing a gun wouldn't work, considering they were useless underwater. He pulled out his Kabar knife and started to stab at the ice. He opened his eyes again, it was quite dark, faint to see, but he saw the breech that he had made. Frantically grabbing another knife from his leg strap, he began his way to the opening, by knifing th ice and pulling himself. This was the current wouldn't take him. With the last moment left he reached the breach, and pushed himself up, out of the water......and into the arctic winds. His deep breath for life, proved to be the worst he ever had. That frozen air picked at his throat. He was screwed, frozen, and alone in the middle of a snowy world. Even he wouldn't make it to that village he saw in the distance, without assistance. Quite odd, he found that if he did look off over the white plains, there was greenary in one direction, and a tannish desert in the other.
He looked over to his trench coat, which had floated to the surface. He really did care if it were soaked like he, he needed it. Into a pocket of the coat, and out came a flare. Maybe, just maybe someone may be around. He didn't care if they were friend or foe, maybe they could help get him out...or just prove to be the last fight of his life. Breaking open the flare, he stuck it in a high mound of snow, and lay doubled up against it, weakness falling upon him, into a slumber...