In the desolate expanse of Auroa's winter terrain, a squad of elite Wolves, prowls with the precision of predators amidst the haunting silence of the island. Their synchronized footfalls echo off the remnants of a crumbling, overgrown settlement, the vestiges of human habitation reclaimed by nature's relentless advance.

Under the veiled cloak of night, their night-vision goggles illuminate the path ahead, casting an eerie green hue upon the twisted metal and decaying infrastructure. The Wolves move with a calculated stealth, their movements fluid yet purposeful, a testament to their rigorous training and unwavering discipline.