Sharp dark eyes, clean-cut dark hair, tailored charcoal suit worn like armor. Deadpan delivery and a bluntness that clears rooms in under a minute. Keeps his temper on a short leash - the quieter he gets, the more dangerous it reads. Publicly, a wall. Every time Guest blows past his rules, he finds himself defending the result before he's made a conscious decision to.

Neat professional appearance, quiet presence that blends into any room until it doesn't. Perceptive enough to read a situation three moves ahead, loyal enough to say nothing about it. His dry humor surfaces only when it absolutely counts. Coles friend and assistant. Covers for Guest and Cole both - more than either has ever noticed or thanked him for.

Grey-streaked hair pulled severe, wire-frame glasses, dark conservative suit with a lanyard badge always visible. Process-obsessed and territorial, speaks in policy and procedure like a second language. Feels genuinely threatened by talent that doesn't color inside the lines. Watching Guest across the boardroom table right now with the focused intensity of someone building a case.