OXM UK - You're looking a little tense, Call of Duty. Like you're sitting on a secret of some kind. I think I can guess the nature of that secret. Oh, your close-cropped scalp and rifle-mounted PDA scream "military shooter", but is that a touch of gangrene I notice hanging off your ear? A peppering of large intestine around your mouth? And what's this pressing, inescapable stench of decay and pestilence? Come to think of it, why are you eating my leg?