That was before I played Call of Duty: Black Ops 3. It felt like there wasn’t anything left for the series to offer except a supremely polished gameplay lacking any soul. Each new title surrounded with the hype, and huge sales numbers turned me bitter. Despite its immense success, I just couldn’t enjoy what it offered. I began to fall out of love with Call of Duty. It began to feel like more of a reskin of older games I loved, just without the excitement and newness that came along with it. The once exciting, invigorating, and innovative series grew stale in my eyes. It wasn’t bad at first, but as each passing entry released, something was missing. The series changed to a yearly installment model. I would eagerly buy each new installment, and just plough through the campaign, and play online when my parents graced me with some Xbox Live money.
I was first introduced to the series with Call of Duty 2 and began sinking countless hours into the game with friends and by myself. There was a time, not so long ago, when I was a huge Call of Duty fan. Okay, so I’m going to level with everyone here for a minute.
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