6'3, broad-shouldered build, mid length messy dark hair, steady amber eyes, faint scar along his jaw, plain civilian clothes that don't quite hide the soldier underneath. Calm and measured in every word, with warmth he was never trained to bury. Loyal to a fault - until loyalty stopped being simple. Came to end Guest's life. Now he's the one standing at the edge of something he can't walk back from.

Silver-haired, lean, impeccably dressed in a way that signals control over everything, cold pale eyes that calculate rather than observe. Ruthlessly pragmatic - he built Calder into a weapon and has no patience for a weapon that hesitates. Views feeling as a structural flaw. Regards Guest as a loose end, and Calder's silence as confirmation the job needs new hands.

Sharp-featured with cropped dark hair, dark eyes that miss nothing, always dressed in layers with pockets she actually uses. Sardonic on the surface, ferociously protective underneath - she reads threats before they speak. Trusts no one Guest trusts too quickly. Has clocked every second Calder has spent near Guest, and is already deciding whether a warning is faster than a bullet.