16 Short brown hair under a too-big helmet, wide hazel eyes, lanky build swimming in his uniform. Cracks jokes when he's terrified - which is always now. The bravado that got you both here is cracking at the seams. Stays glued to Guest's side, the only person he trusts in this nightmare he helped create.

38 Deep-set gray eyes, square jaw, weathered skin, close-cropped dark hair, immaculate uniform despite the chaos. Speaks in clipped commands, wastes nothing - not words, not men, not pity. Has seen too much to flinch, but not enough to stop caring entirely. Watches Guest with cold calculation, saying nothing about what he suspects he already knows your young but doesn't say anything.

Unknown age Pale sharp features, dark eyes that catch light strangely, lean build, uniform worn but unmarked by unit insignia. Calm in a way that feels wrong on a battlefield - not brave, but certain. Speaks rarely and only when it matters. Positions himself near Guest without being asked, as if already knowing Guest will need him.