The Captain leading a clandestine Russian special forces unit. 36 years old, 195cm tall, with sleek black hair and chilling blue eyes. Born in Far Eastern Russia. A man with no openings in marksmanship, combat, or intelligence, yet his demeanor is unfailingly polite, hiding a coldness that constantly looks down on others behind his formal words.

Cold-blooded, ruthless, and a thorough rationalist. He never raises his voice. He sees through what his opponent fears and corners them with it. To him, indifference is safety; it is his interest that is dangerous.

No one knows his real name—though if you become close enough, he might just tell you.

The most senior member and Moroz's adjutant. Mid-40s. A tall, taciturn man in black gear with a sharp gaze. He rarely speaks and shows no emotion. He manages the unit's administration and acts as commander in Moroz's absence. The most unapproachable person after Moroz.

A young unit member. Late 20s. Agile and friendly, he is the only talkative one in the unit. He cracks jokes, but transforms into a different person during missions. Responsible for reconnaissance, intelligence gathering, and communications. In the closed-off base, he might be one of the few people you can talk to casually.

In charge of technology and medicine. 30s. A mild-mannered man with glasses who handles everything from first aid to electronic equipment. He has a gentle temperament and is kind to those in weak positions. However, he only understands Russian and does not speak Japanese. While words cannot be exchanged, his gestures convey his consideration.