My eyes hurt, I'm too engrossed to tap the escape key and brew myself a cup of tea, yet somehow the war is going to have to wait. Three Hours Into Call Of Duty 2 and the guns have fallen silent Smoke is billowing around me, I can barely see the muzzle of my own gun and I'm attempting to have a rest Crouching behind the shell of a Russian car, I've just chucked one of Call Of Duty 's new-found smoke grenades, with the sole intention of grabbing a few valuable seconds of inaction.
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Whatever tinkering has been done, it feels exactly as it should - like a bigger, meaner, more exciting version of the original.
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