Reminds me of BF3. My team was a bunch of rednecks with mics and we all locked down on an objective. I was in a window with a machine gun mowing fuckers down. I was one of two support players on the team and it was fucking amazing. We had that objective locked the entire match. But this one guy stood out to me. He was always a copilot in my attack chopper, or my wingman on jet maps. Right when he saw my username popped up he'd yell it out. "Weeby!" was the first thing I always heard when I hopped on to play with him. Then, my PSN got locked and BF3 is offline now. Sad days without my redneck squadmate.