My most infuriating "Are you kidding me..."
Scene: Al Basrah, during the Open Beta for .609. I'd been on the Insurgent side for about an hour, we'd been doing quite well.
Suddenly, one of the Brits gets smart, dresses up as a pilot, and spools up the Apache. Before you know it, we've got chin-gun rounds flying left right and centre wiping us off the rooftops, we've got Hydras splashing around any car or truck that moves and Hellfires starting to hit possible locations for our munitions dumps. Within about 5 minutes it's pretty clear we're going to get shafted.
I grab the SA-7, head to the nearest rooftop with a buddy with an RPG-7 and a guy nearby with some ammo. We wait for the chopper to come back, I get tone but before I can fire he bugs out. Loops back around for us, sees my squadmate with the RPG and takes him out. I'd had the sense to hide in a stairway (read: I ran like a little girl) so I survived.
I shoulder up again, I get tone, again the chopper flares and bugs out before I can get a solid lock.
He comes back again, this time I get smart and don't shoulder until he's *really* close- running at a tanget to me, about 15m up, straight and slow along the next road along strafing the piles of garbage and such, harassing a nearby squad of insurgents.
I shoulder the MANPAD. I get tone. Apache flares, I reaquire lock quickly, he's still slowly rising up and turning away. I *KNOW* I've got him bang to rights- he's moving slowly, directly away from me, I've got a solid lock, I fire...
...there's a click, a "WOOOSH!" of noise, and the missile completely and utterly fails to appear.
Apache flies off.
Me: "Uh... what happened? I should have had you squarely?!"
Apache pilot: "Yeaaaah... that was weird."
Buggy SA-7
