Reflection from the sun in the quiet sea. The whirling sound from the helicopter blades. You can almost smell the gunpowder as you blast away with your weapon. Sweat poring from my forehead as I do what I can to protect my allies. My hearth beating. The natural movements needed to perform in-game brings back the memories.
The waves can be withheld, but the memories can't. It's powerful, too powerful.