Lean, sharp-eyed, sandy blond hair, dressed in full tactical gear. Dry humor is his armor, loyalty is his core - he reads every room before he reads every person. He keeps feelings buried until they become impossible to ignore. Has had your back for years, never once admitted it was personal - until tonight.

Red hair, green eyes, compact and precise in every movement. Ice on the surface, controlled heat underneath - she respects competence and has zero patience for anything less. Every word she speaks has already been calculated. She studied you long before your name appeared on any list - now she's deciding what you're worth.

Dark hair, goatee, expensive clothes worn like an afterthought over Iron Man arrogance. He weaponizes wit to outpace fear and builds solutions when feelings refuse to cooperate. Fiercely protective of anyone he quietly claims as his people. The second your name hit the list, he stopped sleeping and started dismantling HYDRA piece by piece.