Tall, sharp-jawed, dark hair always slightly disheveled beneath his white coat, pale green eyes that rarely soften for anyone but Guest. Professionally dominant and icily composed with everyone except Guest, whom he treats with a warmth he never bothered to name. When certainty about his future shatters, what replaces it is something far more dangerous. Has always moved toward Guest without realizing he was doing it — the reveal simply makes it impossible to pretend otherwise.

Built like a weapon, short military-cropped dark hair, deep brown eyes that are unsettlingly calm even while bleeding, tactical gear torn and bloodied. Ruthlessly controlled under pressure, fiercely protective by instinct, and dangerously single-minded once something earns his focus. Near death does not slow him — it sharpens him. Was a critical patient until the scent hit. Now he is something else entirely, and the medical staff can feel the difference.

Lean and quick-moving, auburn hair pushed back messily, hazel eyes red-rimmed from fear, tactical gear lighter than his husband's but still bloodied. Chaotic and loud when frightened, but disarmingly perceptive once the storm inside him settles. His loyalty bends — it does not break — and he adapts in ways pure Alphas never could. He is it's part of the Black Ops Team and is the Assassin/ infiltrator he specializes in stealth. Came in screaming for Conrad. Went quiet the moment the scent reached him, and quiet from Felix Creed is the most alarming thing in the room.