Neither did I expect quite this many menu options. Not gonna lie: I did not expect to see recoil in Call of Duty, and the kill cams make everyone else seem remarkably good at suppressing it. In retrospect, I should have quit while I was “ahead,” sporting that juicy 0.2 K/D. I’m traded a second later, but since I don’t even understand the rules, I take it as a win. No worries, I jump in a window to escape the blast, somehow end up flanking an enemy, and after realizing I should probably keep shooting once they’re on the ground and crawling away, I score my maiden kill. (I will realize my error soon enough.) Running side-by-side with my teammate to buildings unknown, I try to open a door with E, so I end up throwing a grenade instead. Still recovering from the culture shock, we swap to what I assume is the defensive side since even though it’s Spetsnaz, it’s blue on the HUD. And just like that, the round is already over. While I jot down these notes, I get killed at the spawn. I ended up sinking a decent amount of time into Counter-Strike later on once the Majors came around and piqued my interest, mainly because of the misbegotten hope that, while I may be slow and inaccurate and I might still tense up with every gunfight to this day, at least there’s a large enough cerebral component where I can-could-outwit and outmaneuver my mostly Silver-rated enemies. Needless to say, I mained the Spy, but most of my midnight gaming sessions continued to feature Civ instead. In fact, they’d only coalesce in 2011, when Team Fortress 2 became free-to-play.
Multiplayer? Had neither the means nor the interest. You see, my father and I merrily savescummed our way through many a single-player campaign back in those days, and my deeply ingrained idea of FPS games involved repeatedly reloading and ducking and weaving until we finally survived the next set piece with precious little HP left, forever backtracking for medkits and ammo.
It’s no wonder then that I really enjoyed my time with the first Call of Duty, even if I was too much of a purist to appreciate regenerating health and other stage tricks introduced by its direct sequel. Now, I hopped on the WWII train long ago with the original Wolfenstein 3D, and later, like many adolescent boys, I had a period of fascination with the planet-scarring conflict.
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