That's TF2s medic in a nutshell. The number of randos who thing they can boss you around when you hold their life in your hands was hilarious. Turns out near everyone wants your help so you don't have to put up with that random DPS who thinks they are king shit and get to dictate the fun for two people instead of one.

My favorite here is when they would ignore your planning in voice chat and demand an uber before leaping into a suicidal death. I would just let them die. Like, no dude, I'm not going to waste my charge on a gambit that will not work because "pew pew I'm cool" is your whole goal. The incessant "MEDIC!!!" spam for the rest of the round was like music to my ears.

Y'all want a medic after that? Go play one.

In love with this new terminology you've gifted me. I'm going to abuse this when I describe my ideal partner.

It really does. "Here you go you dipshit front liner"

Those aren't mutually exclusive.