The steps were-- ominous and distorted, didn't fit the setting of the dream, and Soldat has themselves wedged into a corner before the voice registers.

This is the room in Misty's cabin. This is. Not the base in Russia. That's Misty. Misty, whose face is probably not punched in, if she's speaking and asking if they're okay.

But they have to make sure. There's no sound to show they're moving until the chair is pulled from the door and it opens, and they're frantically looking down and around for her face. Whole and unpunched and alive and well. The gun is still in one hand, though it's pointed at the floor, and they've still got most of their clothes on-- shirt, jeans, socks. Just missing their shoes. Also, messy bedhair, half out of the tie they'd absently pulled it back with sometime yesterday.