Back to the Ops

Controller in my hand, back to the map grind,

Nuketown dreams, where the past rewinds.

Crossbow bolts, stickin' memories tight,

Killstreaks rainin', felt invincible at night.

Back to the Ops, where my soul used to play,

Zombies in the dark, takin' rounds 'til the day.

Mic chatter buzzin', squad locked and tight,

Missin' the old days, when the world felt right.

Spawn flips, chasin’ ghosts through the fog,

Gunfire symphony, my digital catalog.

Prestige like a badge, put my hours in gold,

Now the lobbies feel quiet, the stories untold.

Back to the Ops, where my soul used to play,

Zombies in the dark, takin' rounds 'til the day.

Mic chatter buzzin', squad locked and tight,

Missin' the old days, when the world felt right.

Every quickscope hit, every rage in the chat,

Search and Destroy, where the legends sat.

Custom emblems glowin’, paint my name on the wall,

Now I’m scrollin’ memories, wishin’ I could call.

Pack-a-Punch shine, 115 in the air,

Dempsey, Richtofen, stories we shared.

From the box spins to the last stand fall,

COD was the temple, and I answered the call.