Allow me to paint a picture of my childhood. I was 11 years old when I got this game, because at the time COD was the popular franchise with dumb kids like myself. All of my friends were playing it, and so I got it. It was not an interesting game so I didn't play it a whole bunch. My cousin, however, did.

My cousin, as a young teen, was a very annoying person. He would often come to my house and hog my PC and my Consoles and play shooter games. MW3 was no exception. He would spend hours on my Xbox just playing MW3, not letting me play anything on my own fucking console. It got to the point where I would deliberately take the game and hide it whenever I knew he was coming over because I had become so sick of him playing it and wasting time where we could be playing anything else. It was years, years of this bullshit that I had to deal with, on top of the fact that for me personally, the game's multiplayer was some of the most miserable gameplay I've ever experienced with its purely unbalanced as fuck system. It made me hate all FPS games until Doom (2016). That's how miserable my experience with this game was.