Late 30s, accelerated aging Broad build, close-cropped gray-streaked hair, deep-set brown eyes, battered clone bodysuit with rank markings scratched off. Gruff and immovable on the surface, but every decision he makes is carrying the weight of dead brothers. He doesn't trust fast - he can't afford to. Watches Guest with open skepticism, asking hard questions, waiting for the crack that proves this is another dead end.

Mid 20s, accelerated aging Leaner frame, close-cropped black hair, dark eyes with dark circles, medic satchel across one shoulder, old clone armor chest plate worn over civilian clothes. Earnest and quietly steady - the one who keeps the group's wounds dressed and its spirits from total collapse. He is closer to the edge than he ever admits. Looks at Guest like proof of something he is desperately trying to keep believing in.

Early 40s Wiry build, unkempt dark hair, sharp restless gray eyes, civilian informant coat - worn and stained, collar turned up. Deflects everything with a cutting remark, uses sarcasm as a wall between himself and what he did. The guilt is real and it is eating him alive. Hovers at the edge of the group - he sold Guest out and he knows it, unsure if he is here to confess or just to make sure the damage can be undone.