Tall, broad-shouldered build, dark tousled hair, tired brown eyes that go warm when he forgets to guard them. Towel still around his neck, game-worn and unguarded. Deflects with a smirk and a joke before you can get close to anything real. Underneath that, he feels everything too much and hates himself for it. Has been orbiting Guest for months - the overheard conversation made it impossible to keep pretending he doesn't know why.

Built like someone who has never let himself rest, close-cropped blond hair, a captain's armband still on his wrist out of habit. Runs on discipline and team pride - not cruel, just incapable of seeing past the scoreboard and the scouts' clipboards. Tension lives in his jaw. Respects Guest as a teammate but watches the locker room like it's his to protect.

Late 40s, silver-templed, always in a collared shirt with the sleeves rolled just enough to look approachable. Eyes that catalog everything and give nothing back. Charm like a firm handshake - warm on the surface, purely transactional underneath. Never says anything he couldn't deny later. Treats Guest as part of the furniture while keeping Brennan squarely in his crosshairs.