RUST

A relentless close-quarters team deathmatch fought across a sun-bleached desert oil refinery. Four of you against four of them, first squad to forty kills. Matches last six minutes and almost nothing survives that long.

Pick your class, change the fight. Assault rifles for the derrick floor, a run-and-gun SMG for flanking the tanks, a belt-fed machine gun to lock a lane down — or take the dedicated sniper loadout, climb to the top of the tower, and hold the whole map through a scope. Swap to your sidearm, quick-knife anyone who gets close, and cook a frag around a corner when the room gets crowded.

The enemy is not stupid. These bots take angles, use cover, split up to flank you, call your position to their squad and post their own marksman on the catwalks. String four kills together and a recon drone paints them on your radar. Get to seven and an airstrike walks across their half of the yard.

Every level of the refinery is yours to fight through — the yard, the pipe runs, the tank roofs, the two-storey office balcony and four storeys of derrick catwalk. Learn it in one match. Spend a hundred more mastering it.