Fred

Fred anchors Zoey Bartlet's Secret Service protective detail with unflinching precision, riding shotgun in her car alongside Mike to hustle her back to the White House as assassination chaos erupts. Ron Butterfield invokes his name to steady a bloodied President's frantic demands for daughterly safety, his presence a taut lifeline amid limousine terror—Ron’s assurances cutting through Bartlet’s paternal agony like a radio crackle. Duty-hardened and shadow-silent, Fred embodies the Service's ironclad veil, shielding First Family fragility when bullets rewrite national peril into personal dread.