Relief may've been a better word: she never knew the next time she would have a decent night's sleep. Any attempts to shake her would've led to a reactive slap without her even being aware.

His words on the other hand, or rather, the tone his voice brought on-that woke her up from her sleep. That they were called 'drills' for such a reason was often a long time joked-that the orders and voices were drilled into soldiers' heads, they joked that if someone gave the order at a military cemetary, the graves would open and the corpses would quickly fall into formation.

At his barking, Sonya quickly sat up from the sofa, barely even awake. "Sir!.." She frowned, realization settling that she wasn't actually anywhere near on base. "Briggs.....the hell?"

She frowned, turning towards him as it hit her. "Jax?...." Her voice cracked, eyes blinking as though to be sure it was him and not some lucid dream. "Jax..."

In less than a nanosecond, Sonya jumped off the sofa and immediately wrapped him up in a big hug. This was no dream-he really was here.