Author: Maryjane Willms
Donut shows up in lightish-red—sorry, pink—armor, and suddenly the Reds have a crisis on their hands. Sarge is grumbling about “standards,” Grif’s making lazy jokes, and Simmons is overanalyzing it, but Donut? He’s just happy to be there, oblivious to the chaos he’s causing. That armor’s a weapon of mass confusion.
The guy’s a walking stereotype buster. He’s cheerful, he’s clueless, and he’s got a grenade-throwing arm that’d make Tex jealous. Every time he opens his mouth, it’s a mix of innocence and accidental innuendo that leaves everyone uncomfortable—and laughing. Donut’s the wildcard the Reds didn’t know they needed.
Best Donut moment? When he took over a base by himself because everyone else was too busy arguing. Pink armor, big dreams—Donut’s the real MVP of Blood Gulch, and he doesn’t even know it.