Oh god that freaking match. That freaking match.
That is the first game where I have ever wanted to kill a team mate.
The entire match on arctic I'm the only real heavy we have, as a VK30.01. On the east corner I had a D.W.2 trying to push into me from behind, jostling my aim while I'm trying to hit an AT 2's cupola, so that my crosshairs are constantly twitching all over the place. I should have just killed them after the third or fourth time, but no, I had to be nice and just put one shot into their side to tell them to fuck off. Then return to trying to shoot. Then I find out to my surprise, that I can't reverse out of the enemy's line of fire because that faucking same goddamn D.W.2 is trying to ram his head up my ass. So I'm desperately trying to push them back enough that I don't get obliterated, and take several hits in the process.
And then, after I deal with the AT2 that everybody else had been putting shots into the front and had done 0 damage to, I start shooting at a KV1 and T82 advancing up. And just as I'm about to pop the weak little T82, the D.W.2 drives right in front of my gun and takes the shot for them.
At this point its pretty much lost. But if it hadn't been for that stock D.W.2 that did 0 damage the whole match, I probably could have won that corner against half the enemy team. Hell, they didn't even distract the enemy, 90% of the damage done to them was by me.
From now on, anyone stupid enough to jostle me when I'm fighting or get in front of my gun, I'm just shooting them until they're dead and out of my way.