*cracks knuckles* Sit back and get a drink, kiddies. I have a tale of bravery, heroism, and daring. And giant robots.
So I was playing Transformers: War for Cybertron online, on a game mode called Countdown to Extinction. You basically plant the bomb at the enemy base three times to win.
The game was tied; both teams had 2 bombs detonated, so the next bomb wins. Our team was charging at the enemy, and the enemy had their entire team guarding the base.
One class, the soldier, has a killstreak called Omega Missile. It's a mininuke that kills all people is a radius, friend or foe. And he was going to launch it straight at my team.
So there we were: The enemy team, lined up, with the Soldier about to launch a mininuke at my team. My team, grouped together to protect the bombholder, running at the base. If the nuke hit us, they'd take the bomb and likely win. I made a split-second decision.
I transformed into a car, since I was the Scout class, and drove as fast as I could.
Straight at the enemy Soldier. Bullets flying all around me, the Soldier started to launch his nuke. Just as it left him, I jumped. I jumped right into the mininuke. It exploded.
It killed me and my enemy's entire team, but my own team went and planted the bomb, winning the game.
I was a hero.