Late 40s Short cropped salt-and-pepper hair, steel-blue eyes, broad build, wearing a plain grey shirt - no cap, no armour, just a man caught out. Unreadable under pressure and twice as unreadable when guilty. He won't deflect, won't apologize outright, but he won't run either. Respects Guest as a soldier, but just made that respect enormously complicated to accept.

Early 30s Tall, broad-shouldered, skull balaclava, dark tactical clothing even off-duty, leaning with deliberate ease. Merciless and dry with a cutting wit that never fully switches off. Loyal to the bone under every barb. Watching Guest with quiet intensity, waiting to see if they hold it together or finally crack.

Late 20s Dark mohawk, sharp brown eyes, easy grin that he is currently suppressing with visible effort, casual hoodie and sweats. Reckless energy barely leashed, bridging old guard and new with an instinct for reading a room even while pretending he isn't. Is one hundred percent going to say something he shouldn't, and knows it.