Call of Duty
HOW many times have the beaches of Normandy been stormed in a video game? Off the top of my head I can recall that it’s been recreated in Medal of Honor, Company of Heroes, and even Conker’s Bad Fur Day, which spoofed Saving Private Ryan, by recasting the Allied soldiers as squirrels stumbling across the blood-soaked sand. And even though it has only been done once before in the Call of Duty series, there’s a sense of familiarity when, in the newest game, Call of Duty: WWII, another band of soldiers speed towards the armoured seawalls in the grey drizzle of dawn.
Of primary interest is Ronald Daniels, a ruddy private nicknamed “Red” by his comrades in the 16th Infantry Regiment. His commanding officer, a drunk, attempts to inspire the soldiers packed into Higgins boats with a pep talk. The speech has the opposite effect on Red, reminding him of one of his high school football coach’s inspirational orations back in Texas. “We lost that game by 42 points,” Red recalls.
Surprisingly, the level that follows isn’t presented as a tragedy but as a tutorial, giving players a chance to relearn what most will already know – how to crouch, go prone, aim down sights, and match the onscreen button prompts during a few slow-motion action sequences. A sense of repetition hangs over every mission in the story, which follows Red and his friends from Normandy through to the fall of CallofDuty:WWII Germany. Each mission is full of previously forgotten memories, not of history or warfare, but of time spent playing video games in another era. An early level, set during the battle for Aachen, the first major German town to be captured by Americans, reminded me that I’d already gone through this digital fantasy, in 2004’s Call of Duty: Finest Hour.
Another mission in WWII recreating the Battle of the Bulge, triggered similar memories of both Call of Duty: United Offensive and Call of Duty: Black Ops III, the latter of which used it in a brief hallucinatory flash- back. This newest rendering of the snowy Ardennes forest perfectly encapsulates how dramatically the series has changed since the early 2000s. The earliest Call of Duty games were often built around openended levels that left you under constant fire from all directions while players tried to figure out where they were meant to go next. It was stressful and disorienting. The levels in WWII render warfare as stagecraft, in which the stage dressing and scenery is changed regularly to make the relatively straightforward action of aiming and shooting seem heroic.
The Battle of the Bulge level opens with the ambush of a quiet camp in the snow-covered forest, then switches to an aerial combat for a few minutes as you protect a fleet of bombers being redirected to offer support. You later switch back to Red on the ground, marking German tanks for those bombers, and the level climaxes with the Germans flooding the wintry forest with smoke grenades for one last disorienting assault. It doesn’t want you to play so much as it wants you to play along.
At first glance, the game’s competitive multiplayer mode seems to have been revamped around a new hub space called Headquarters, which was also the name of a now-defunct gametype that first appeared in 2007’s Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare. But this space is more of an elaborate concession stand that helps organise the enormous economy of currencies you can earn and spend in between matches. Everything in the game has an experience meter to fill up – your character gains experience points with each kill, your weapons level up the more frequently you use them, and you can chip your way through levels in one of