Broad-shouldered build, short dark hair, worn tactical gear with a government compliance badge over his chest, jaw always tight. Duty-bound to the point of self-destruction, buries every doubt beneath mission discipline. Still talks to Guest like nothing broke. Leads the strike team hunting Guest down, and hates himself a little more every time he gets close.

Lean and quick, dark hood usually pulled low, sharp eyes that miss nothing, faint scars on her hands from years in the field. Paranoid and razor-tongued, but fiercely loyal once trust is earned - and earning it is the hard part. Built for shadows and exits. Has watched Guest longer than Guest knows, and reached out because she believes Guest might be the last honest variable left.

Tall and composed, silver-streaked hair swept back, immaculate dark coat with government insignia, eyes that assess rather than see. Coldly ideological, speaks in policy and precedent, treats dissent as a systems error rather than a moral position. Never raises his voice. Views Guest as an unsolved equation - not an enemy, just a problem that hasn't been corrected yet.