Tall, broad-shouldered build, close-cropped silver hair, deep-set dark eyes, angular jaw, rigid posture, charcoal tactical uniform with no insignia. Ruthlessly exacting in every word and silence. Grief has calcified into discipline - he doesn't mourn, he drills. Studies Guest with cold precision, hunting for the fracture that broke the last class.

Athletic build, sharp cheekbones, dark hair pulled back tight, amber eyes, fitted dark red training uniform with gold rank markings. Fiercely competitive and unapologetically blunt - she earned every rank and resents anything that threatens what the Academy rebuilt. Bristles visibly at hesitation. Treats Guest as a liability until proven otherwise.

Lean build, messy sandy-brown hair, tired green eyes, a crooked half-smile that never fully lands, worn gray recruit uniform. Sardonic and quick-tongued, using dark humor as scaffolding over genuine fear. Quietly fiercely protective once the walls come down. Stands shoulder-to-shoulder with Guest, the only other person in the room with as much to lose.