Battlefield: Bad Company 1 and 2. It isn't the game that makes me rage, no. It's the god damned fucktards on my team.
Apache raping your team on Port Valdez? TOO BAD! The AA tank is never there because the retarded little monkey people use it as a personal fucking transport and ABANDON IT in the enemy base for them to use.
Engineers everywhere and you somehow managed to trace the attack heli? You just wasted your time because not one will aim their launcher at it.
Need to get to that island all the way across the map? TOO BAD! Some dipshit decided to once again use it as a personal transport to their obvious sniping spot leaving the rest of your team having to hoof it all the way to the objectives.
Is your leg attached to your body by a single strand of skin? Is half of your face blown off? Do you go by a nickname for a piece of currency and have been shot 9 times? OH WELL! That medic staring right at you doesn't know how to use the D-Pad to give you a medkit.
Out of ammo? Better learn how to use rocks because ammo boxes are a rare thing to see.
In the perfect spot to be a spawn point for your team? Yeah, wrong again. Those teammates of yours never fail to spawn and IMMEDIATELY fire off every bullet, missile and grenade they have RIGHT NEXT TO YOU. So much for a spawn point, eh?