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I like to think that seeing Doyles sacrifice was one of the things that made Locus decide to turn on Felix and help the reds and blues. Seeing a man hed spent so long looking down on commit such a selfless and brave act, putting so much trust in everyone to win, trust that itd be worth it, i think that really made Locus question what he was doing, what hed been doing for so long
Halo Kart! Now with Red vs Blue audio lines! Sarge: We're in first place! Griff: We're in second idiot! Sarge: *Cocks shotgun* Not for long bucko! -------------- Grif: Why the hell are we going five miles an hour!? Simmons: Slow and steady wins the race. Grif: That is the exact opposite of what you should be doing! Grif: Do you know nothing of how racing works!?!? ------------------------ Doc: You know we would be winning if you didn’t keep crashing into people. O’Malley: How else am I to feel their bones being crush beneath these wheels? O’Malley: Muahahahahaahahahah! Doc: I’m going to sign us up for some more therapy sessions when we finish. O’Malley: Ask for Brenda, I like the cookies she gives us afterwards. -------------------------
Grif: Step on it Lopez! They’re right behind us! Lopez: *in Spanish* Don’t worry, I was a illegal part runner for the robot cartel between seasons. Lopez: *In Spanish* Replacing bodies is not cheap. Grif: Damnit Lopez, now is not the time to want to pickup some tacos! Lopez: *Angrily flips the car* ----------------------------- Caboose: Ah Sheila, I think we should be going faster. Sheila: *Main cannon fires at nearby racer* Caboose: Also not exploding the other racers. Sheila: Oh Caboose. Sheila; If there are no other racers, then that means we win. Caboose: You know I never thought about it like that. Sheila: *Fires again* Grif: *In distance* My leg! ------------------------ Church: Tucker I swear to god, if you hit another rock in the road I will come up there and break your legs! Tucker: It’s not my fault! Tucker: Who the hell thought it was a good idea to put a race track next to an active volcano? Tucker: There’s fucking rocks and lava everywhere! Church: Wait, did you say la- *Pair hit another rock and are thrown into river of lava* -------------------------------- Carolina: Reminds me of the first mission we went on together. Tex: I won that one as well. Carolina: You didn’t win! Carolina: You just came in at the end and stole the- Tex: *Passes Carolina at last second and wins race* Carolina: Son of a bitch! ---------------------------- Felix: Learn to drive old man! Wyoming: I’m British! Wyoming: We always drive on the left side of the road! Felix: Yeah, and right into oncoming traffic! --------------------------- Caboose: My bug man. Locus: Its Locus. Caboose: Yeah, is there a reason why we are always in last place until the end? Locus: I love the thrill of the challenge to reach the front of the pack at the very end. Caboose: Oh. Caboose: *Whispers* It’s not because you don’t know how to drive, is it?” Locus: *silence* Caboose: It’s okay, I don’t know how to either. Locus: Tell anyone and I’ll throw you off a cliff. ---------------------------- Doyle: Huzzah! Doyle: What a thrill it is to be driving for a change instead of driven! Dr. Grey: *Clutching on for dear life* Speak for yourself! -------------------------- Simmons: Santa do something; we’re losing! Santa: Activating tower of procreation. Simmons: Not that! Simmons: Not that!!!! Simmons: NOT THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!! -------------------------- Grif: Nothing smells as good as victory. Tucker: Are you shitting me? Tucker: We came in second to last place. Grif: But we still beat sarge, and that’s always a win in my book. ------------------------ Meta: *Grunts* Washington: What’d you say? Omega: He said it would be easier if we just ran the racers off the road. Washington: How the hell did you get all of that out of a single grunt?! ----------------------- Simmons: Anyone seen Donut? Simmons: I haven’t seen him since the second lap. Sarge: He ran off the map and is being chased by an angry cloud god. Simmons: How can you tell? Sarge: If you listen closely you can still hear his cries of despair. *In the distance* Donut: *High pitch screaming*
could u pretty pretty please with a cherry on top post a doyle design...
well... since u asked so nicely..... (thank u for this request thank you thank you)
old man. he makes me a little sad :c but hey at least hes got a little mustache snout! that makes it all better
(all my designs r f2u w credit!)
My new face canon for Doyle is the fancy looking blonde guy from OFMD
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Dr. Grey, General Doyle, and General Kimball crabs
General Doyle X Reader
You glance up from your book as the general stumbles into the room, sighing loudly upon his entry. Your eyebrow quirks as he removes off his helmet and sets it down heavily on his office desk.
“Speech not go well?” You ask after a brief pause.
He shakes his head, turning his body toward you.
“No, no…” he mummers softly, “it went fine.”
But his fatigued posture and worn expression suggested otherwise. You close your book and set it on the small table beside you, not bothering to bookmark it. He doesn’t move from his spot as you stand from the chair and walk over to him, throwing your arms around his neck and gazing up into the troubled eyes of your boyfriend.
“Donald,” you whisper as you let your hand snake into his hair, “What’s wrong?”
He accepts your touch and lifts his hands to your waist, pulling you into him so that he can lay his forehead down on your shoulder. His eyes squeeze shut as he breathes in your scent. You let him take a moment, gently tracing your touch around the nape of his neck. After a few minutes, he finally lifts his head a degree.
“I’m...having doubts about this plan,” he finally admits.
Your lips part.
“Why? I thought you were excited about it? With their help, this war could finally be over.”
“It’s not that. I’m...I’m worried about Locus.” He continues, “He’s been going on about these strategies and- and these obscure plans to raid and capture them. I’m just not sure that letting him lead such an aggressive charge on the very people we wish to recruit is the best method of obtaining their help.”
A sad smile tugs at your lips when you notice how deeply the worry of the matter is etched onto his face.
“Oh baby…”
You remove your hand from his neck and replace it on his cheek.
“Doyle...Look at me.”
His gaze hesitantly flickers up to yours. You gently stroke his cheekbone with your thumb.
“If Locus thinks this is the best method to get the Reds and Blues, then it probably is,” you explain softly, “He’s been in the military longer than either one of us. And he’s been on our side since almost the beginning! Surely he knows what he’s doing.”
Doyle reaches up and touches your hand. He gives a brief yet semi-forced smile at you.
“I suppose.”
You lean up on your toes and give him a quick peck on the lips, adding as you pull away, “We can trust him. He won’t let us down.”
This draws a more genuine smile out of your boyfriend. He leans back down for a longer kiss which you happily return. When he pulls away, he seems to have returned to his regular self.
“You’re right, you’re right,” he mutters, the grin tugging at the side of his mouth, “Just like always.”
You hum pleasantly before giving one last stroke on his cheek.
“I love you, Doyle.”
“I love you too, dear.”