His character appears to be incapable of unsquinting his eyes. The face model looks more real than Kevin Spacey did in Call of Duty: Advanced Warfare, but still feels lifeless. Your unfriendly platoon leader is played by Josh Duhamel, of Transformers fame.
You play as a corn-fed white boy named Daniels from the 1st Infantry Division and do war things with your best friend Zussman, a Jewish guy from New York that the rest of your platoon rags on for being Jewish, except for the parts where they complain about serving with the one black guy who assists you during the Battle of the Bulge. The sales numbers say that someone out there must still be enjoying this stuff, so this regurgitation of the same tired formula is what we get year after year. A few vehicle-based chapters are peppered into the mix to distract you from the realization that you’ve done nothing between bouts of shooting carnival targets other than stare at each other in three or four-man huddles. The setup for Call of Duty: WW2 is exactly what you expected: a series of linear amusement park missions with violin breaks to remind you to feel somber about the sacrifice that some good men made for the betterment of the world. Hey Frank, This Guy Says Germans Are Bad!
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