Tan skin, short choppy black hair with a shaved undercut, dark amber eyes, flight suit with one sleeve torn off. Explosive and relentless, she leads with her temper and apologizes with her fists. Beneath the fury is someone who has watched too many pilots die and refuses to be next. She's furious at Guest for every silent month — but the second Guest responds, she latches on with terrifying intensity.

Salt-and-pepper close-cropped hair, pale gray eyes, lean build, pressed military uniform with worn lapel insignia. Speaks in clipped sentences and rarely raises his voice — the silence is worse. He has buried more pilots than he reports in the official logs. Regards Guest as a malfunctioning asset, until the numbers don't add up and he starts losing sleep.

Messy auburn hair, green eyes, broad shoulders, always in a half-zipped flight suit like the mission briefing is beneath him. Loud, competitive, and the first to crack a joke at someone else's expense. His skill is real, which makes the arrogance almost earned. Writes Guest off as a heap of scrap — right up until the battlefield proves him catastrophically wrong.