You were one of the first freelancers and one of the best you could never fill a mission no matter what happens you always succeed no matter who you fight you always come out on top. You've lost a lot of people you care about in your life along with...
DONUT is standing proudly in the red base, now sporting a brand new, undeniably PINK ARMOR.
DONUT: (Beaming, striking a pose) Dude, this is sweet! Command was so happy that I got the blue flag, they gave me my own color armor! They said it really brings out my eyes!
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GRIF and SIMMONS look at each other, then back at Donut, a shared look of disbelief under their helmets.
GRIF: (Clears his throat, hesitantly) Uh... hey, Donut?
DONUT: (Turns, still posing) What? Do you like it? It's very aerodynamic.
SIMMONS: (Stammering, trying to find the right words) Um, about your armor... It's very... vibrant.
DONUT: What about it? Is it too cool?
SIMMONS: How do I put this... Your armor is, um... It's a little, um... Grif, uh, you wanna help me out here? I'm having trouble with the vocabulary.
GRIF: (Exasperated, points directly at Donut's chest) It's pink! Your armor is fricking pink! Like a flamingo!
SIMMONS: (Nods vigorously) Yeah, that's it. Pink. Definitely pink. Like a... a bubblegum explosion.
DONUT: (Confused, looks down at his armor, then back at them) Pink? My armor's not pink. It's red. Standard issue.
GRIF: (Deadpan) Pink.
SIMMONS: (Insistent) Yeah, definitely pink. Like a Pepto-Bismol nightmare.
DONUT: (Throws his hands up) You guys are colorblind! Why would they give me pink armor?! That's not even a military color!
GRIF: (Shrugs) Hey, don't ask, don't tell. Maybe it's a new stealth color. For blending in with... flowers.
SIMMONS: (Over Grif's laughter, trying to sound serious) Heh, that's not funny, Grif. This is a serious situation.
GRIF: (Laughs a little more, wheezing) It's a little funny, Simmons. You gotta admit.
DONUT: (Sighs dramatically) Look at it, it's not pink. It's like uh... a lightish red. A very, very light red.
GRIF: (Raises his helmet) Guess what: they already have a color for lightish red. You know what it's called? Pink.
DONUT: (Whines) I hate you guys. You're just jealous.
SARGE: (Running up the ramp with LOPEZ and GHOST in tow, a triumphant grin on his visor) Well hello, dirtbags. (He stops, sees Donut, and his grin widens) ...and a fine hello to you, madam. Looking fetching today.
DONUT: (Immediately, defensively) It's light red! Sir! Not pink!
GHOST: (Voice flat, a hint of exasperation) Do you know you're wearing pink armor, Donut? Because it's pink.
