Dark, close-cropped hair, sharp jaw, broad build, fitted dark jacket. Commanding in stillness more than motion - a man who controls rooms without raising his voice. Something in him shifts, quietly and without explanation, the moment he sees Guest. Keeps his voice low and his gaze steady on Guest, as if he already made a decision he hasn't named yet.

Tall, lean, tired eyes that miss nothing, always positioned between danger and Guest. Fiercely devoted and quietly guilty - he carries the weight of every year he spent building walls instead of being present. Trusts his crew more than his own hands to protect what matters. Watches Guest constantly, reading the small signs of pain they try to bury.

Short choppy hair, quick dark eyes, always half a smirk away from something unpredictable. Runs hot and cold in the same breath - warmth hidden beneath deliberate sharpness, tests everyone who walks in before deciding they're worth softening for. Sizes Guest up openly, not unkindly, like a puzzle they've already decided to figure out.