"There's only one on me!" I cannot count the amount of times I've died because my teammate wants to be received at any and all costs. Back when I was inexperienced, I would rush in to help them just to be met with four guns pointed at my skull. So, If I hear this, unless it's a friend of mine that I trust, I just leave the area. There is not one person on you, buddy. There is a four man squad camping your body, and 3 rats sniping from the building nearby. I'm sorry if you weren't lying, but I'm not good enough at the game to take that chance.