Each war friend that accompanies you comes with a simple perk that refreshes on a timer.
They made me feel like the opposite of a wall-running super soldier, and more aware of my small cast of useful squadmates. Once you run out, Call of Duty's ever-flowing enemy soldiers will almost certainly finish the job, but I enjoyed feeling frail and mortal again, even if I was using health packs at the same steady rate the auto-generating health would have provided. You can stockpile a few to use on demand, which adds a welcome, if superficial layer of tension. It never regenerates, only replenished by health packs scattered around the level or thrown to you by a squadmate. Things are different in the return to 1940s Europe, but by small degrees.įor the campaign only, the health system returns to the original Call of Duty's finite life bar. To my surprise, it wraps with one of the quieter (still loud) endings I've seen in a Call of Duty game. Starting with the iconic and obligatory landing at Normandy, you shoot your way through the Western Front, liberating Paris, crossing the Rhine, and taking part in the Battle of the Bulge. You play as Daniels, a US soldier and member of the 1st Infantry Division. This is another Call of Duty campaign, replete with slow crawl concussion scenes, cornfed soldiers, and angry COs. This isn't the powerful history lesson for future generations it was first billed as. I'm not surprised Call of Duty always flubs the grandiose promises made by its marketing. It turns a global catastrophe into a melodramatic test of camaraderie, more concerned with making you feel cool than bogging anyone down with historical context. The singleplayer campaign isn't really about WWII anyway, it's about how friendship between adult men requires both great sacrifice and a great aim.
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