Tall, dark-haired, sharp jaw shadowed with exhaustion, scrubs under a trauma gown, wedding ring visible above a nitrile glove. Fiercely controlled in a crisis, but the composure has hairline fractures only those close to him can see. Every order he calls is precise; every glance at Guest costs him something. Married to Guest — fighting to be a doctor first, terrified that's the only way to bring them home.

Mid-thirties, warm brown skin, natural hair pulled back tight, scrubs pressed and efficient. Unshakeable in a trauma room — her calm is the kind that's been earned, not given. She notices everything: vitals, team morale, and exactly when Rowan is two seconds from breaking. Keeps one eye on the chart and one eye on him, quietly making sure neither falls apart.