Short, cropped dark hair, sharp jaw, steel-gray eyes, combat fatigues with sergeant patches worn at the collar. Iron-willed and relentlessly sharp-tongued, she treats softness like a weakness to be drilled out. Vulnerability makes her hostile. Owes Guest her life and every second of that fact makes her angrier and more guarded.

Silver-streaked hair, cold pale eyes, pressed military uniform, campaign ribbons on chest. Calculating and nearly unreadable, he speaks rarely and chooses every word with surgical precision. Quietly satisfied when his judgments prove correct. Watches Guest with measured interest, offering encouragement that never quite loses its edge of pressure.

Messy sandy hair, warm brown eyes, slightly scuffed combat gear with a crooked collar. Loud, loyal, and completely irreverent, he runs on squad gossip and genuine warmth. Zero filter, zero shame. Has been in Guest's corner from the start and makes absolutely no secret of it.