Silence In the Ranks (Taekook,Vkook, BTS)
The General in the Shadows
The General in the Shadows
Night. Korean Military Forward Operating Base – Border Sector 7.
The night air was sharp with cold and quiet menace, draped over the military base like a black veil stitched with tension. Far off in the distance, faint mortar shells rumbled, a low hum beneath the desert wind. Camouflage tents stood in neat lines under the harsh white glare of overhead floodlights. Beyond them, shadows moved—soldiers on patrol, boots crunching over the gritty ground, rifles slung tight across their backs.
At the very center of it all stood the Operations Command Unit, and inside, beneath the green-tinted glow of digital maps and satellite grids, was the man the entire base revolved around.
There was silence when he entered a room—no grand announcement, no parade of steps—just the subtle shift of posture from every soldier present. Spines straightened. Salutes clicked in place. Eyes followed, carefully and reverently.
He stood tall at 6.2 feet, his frame clad in dark combat fatigues, black gloves tucked neatly into the side of his belt. His build was cut from years of relentless training: broad shoulders, sculpted arms, a powerful chest beneath his tactical vest that made his presence impossible to ignore. Every movement he made was calculated and feline—unhurried but never lacking purpose. The dim light kissed the sharp line of his jaw, stubble roughening the soft angles of his full lips, and cast shadows in the depth of his eyes.
Deep brown, near-black under the current lighting, unreadable and commanding, like looking into the barrel of a sniper rifle: beautiful, cold, and deadly.
He wasn’t just RESPECTED. He was OBEYED.
General Kim Taehyung (Alpha)
“Commander Park,” Taehyung said, his voice low and smooth, like gravel wrapped in silk. “Report.”
Commander Park
Commander Park, a seasoned Alpha himself, moved quickly to display the holographic map. “Recon unit Bravo is ten clicks off course. Satellite feed shows local civilians in the extraction zone. Risk of exposure high. They’re pinned and requesting immediate redirect.”
Taehyung’s jaw tensed for half a second. Then, he moved.
General Kim Taehyung (Alpha)
“Prep Black Squad. I’ll lead.”
Commander Park
Commander Park hesitated. “Sir, it’s too volatile—”
General Kim Taehyung (Alpha)
“I’m not asking,” Taehyung said without raising his voice. He strapped on his black utility belt and threw a tactical harness over his shoulder in one practiced motion.
Five minutes later, a helicopter’s rotors screamed through the dark sky, stirring dust into violent cyclones. Taehyung stood at the edge of the landing strip, gloved hands gripping the side of the chopper, the wind whipping his hair into a wild silhouette of a man built for war.
As the aircraft rose into the night, leaving behind the safety of base perimeter, a young lieutenant whispered from the edge of the tarmac.
Lieutenant
“Why does he go himself every time?”
Soldier
The reply came quietly from an older soldier. “Because he never loses a man.”
And somewhere in the sky above the war-scarred earth, Kim Taehyung vanished into the shadows once again—chasing a ghost, chasing fate, and dragging victory behind him like a blade soaked in silence.
The Ghost Who Never Misses
The helicopter sliced through the night like a silent blade. Inside, Black Squad sat strapped in, adrenaline simmering just below their skin. Guns checked. Comms steady. Breaths held.
And in the middle of them sat General Kim Taehyung, silent, still, eyes fixed on the tactical map glowing on his wrist device. The subtle clink of his harness buckles was the only sound he made. No pep talk. No drama. Just cold focus.
10 clicks to insertion point.
General Kim Taehyung (Alpha)
Taehyung tapped his comms. “Black Squad. Drop formation Bravo-Delta. We go silent in 60. Eyes up. Keep your head or lose it.”
Soldier
“Yes, sir,” came the unison reply.
They dropped into darkness.
The desert below was a maze of broken buildings, sharp dunes, and glinting shrapnel from old firefights. The pinned recon unit had taken shelter in the skeletal ruins of an abandoned village, their escape route blocked by enemy insurgents—trained, armed, and using civilians as human shields.
The second Taehyung’s boots hit the ground, his mind activated like a machine.
He crouched low behind the rusted shell of a tank, eyes scanning the area. His squad moved in perfect sync, fanning out with silenced rifles. Dust blew past like the breath of death itself.
Through his scope, Taehyung saw the glint of metal—sniper on the tower. Without hesitation, he raised his rifle.
One SHOT.
No BREATH.
Dead center between the eyes.
General Kim Taehyung (Alpha)
“Sniper down,” he muttered into comms, moving forward without waiting.
A child’s cry cut the silence.
General Kim Taehyung (Alpha)
“Fuck,” muttered Sergeant Lee in his ear. “They’ve got civilians locked in that red building. Five hostiles guarding the front. One inside. Motion sensors around the perimeter.”
General Kim Taehyung (Alpha)
“EMP, now,” Taehyung ordered.
The air buzzed and then crackled. Motion sensors died.
He sprinted through the shadowed alleyways, feet silent on the broken ground, moving like something born from combat and darkness. He held up a hand—stop—and his men froze.
Taehyung was the first through the door.
The man inside never saw him coming. A flash of his combat knife, a twist of the wrist, and the body crumpled without a sound. He moved like poetry—precise, elegant, final.
The hostages screamed at first, then went silent as his voice cut through the noise like a scalpel.
General Kim Taehyung (Alpha)
“You’re safe now. Don’t move unless I say so.”
The enemy outside began to realize something was wrong.
Gunfire erupted.
From his earpiece, chaos poured in.
“Left flank! Two down!”
“Grenade out!”
But Taehyung was already there—dodging bullets, dragging one wounded soldier behind a broken wall, returning fire with terrifying accuracy.
A man lunged at him from behind.
Taehyung twisted, grabbing the barrel of the rifle, using the enemy’s own momentum to slam him face-first into the ground. With one motion, he swept the area clean.
He didn’t shout. He didn’t panic.
He commanded.
General Kim Taehyung (Alpha)
“Rendezvous point in two minutes,” he said as he picked up a bleeding Corporal Min from the rubble.
“You’re gonna live. That’s an order.”
Soldier
“Sir,” the corporal groaned, coughing blood, “how do you… always know what to do?”
Taehyung didn’t answer. His face was smeared with ash and blood, his hair damp with sweat, but his eyes remained steel.
The helicopter landed under heavy fire. But by the time it lifted off again, every single soldier and civilian was accounted for.
And Taehyung was the last to board.
Back at base, an hour later...
The medics rushed forward as the squad stumbled from the chopper. Most of them were injured—nothing life-threatening—but all alive. Cheers and claps rose in disbelief. Someone muttered, “HE DID IT AGAIN.”
Taehyung stepped off last, coated in dirt, bullet grazes along his arms, a cut over his brow. Blood soaked his tactical vest—not his own—but his expression remained unreadable.
He removed his gloves slowly, flexing blood-streaked fingers, and handed off his rifle.
Commander Park
Ommander Park approached with wide eyes. “You were outnumbered three to one.”
General Kim Taehyung (Alpha)
“Still didn’t lose anyone,” Taehyung replied. “Status of Recon Unit?”
Commander Park
“Safe. Currently in medical.”
General Kim Taehyung (Alpha)
“Good.”
He turned, about to head to debriefing, when Commander Park asked
Commander Park
You ever gonna lose, Taehyung?
General Kim Taehyung (Alpha)
Taehyung paused. Looked over his shoulder.
“I don’t believe in losing. Only in what you’re willing to sacrifice to win."
And then he vanished into the night, a living legend dressed in blood and silence, a ghost who never missed.
Orders from the Top
The war room was dimly lit, its air thick with strategy, sweat, and the scent of too many coffees gone cold.
General Kim Taehyung stood with his arms crossed, his tall, commanding frame tense but still, like a loaded gun waiting to go off. His jaw ticked with the force of restraint, dark eyes flickering over the orders projected on the screen.
An OMEGA.
In his COMBAT UNIT.
In BLACK SQUAD.
General Kim Taehyung (Alpha)
“Repeat that,” he said, voice calm but glacial.
Lieutenant General
Lieutenant General Hwang, seated at the table with three stars on his shoulder and decades behind his name, didn’t blink. “A medical omega has been appointed to join your team as both medic and emergency surgical support. Direct field deployment.”
General Kim Taehyung (Alpha)
“No,” Taehyung said, cutting through the silence like a blade. “Black Squad is the most aggressive unit we have. We don’t babysit. We don't adapt. We execute.”
Lieutenant General
“Your point?”
Taehyung stepped forward, ignoring the heavy presence of higher-ranked officers and protocol. His boots echoed across the floor like the fall of judgment.
General Kim Taehyung (Alpha)
“With all due respect, sir,” he said, voice sharp, “an omega—any omega—placed in that unit is a tactical liability. Instincts alone could throw off an entire op. I won’t risk the lives of my men.”
Someone shifted uncomfortably at the table. Taehyung wasn’t known for questioning orders—he followed them and delivered the impossible. That he was speaking up now carried weight.
General Seo
General Seo, the oldest officer in the room, removed his glasses. “This omega isn’t a civilian. He’s a decorated trauma surgeon with battlefield deployment history. Multiple commendations. Top of his class in both surgical tactics and on-field emergency response. Medical command signed off on it, and so did Central Command.”
General Kim Taehyung (Alpha)
“I don’t care what he’s topped,” Taehyung bit out. “He steps into a zone under my command, and instincts could compromise everything. What happens when an Alpha in heat drops dead from a bullet because someone’s pheromones flooded the air with distraction? What happens when I have to choose between my team and an omega who wasn’t meant to be there in the first place?”
Lieutenant General
“Then make sure he is meant to be there,” Hwang countered, sharp as ice. “Train him. Mold him. Do what you always do, General Kim. Make it work.”
General Kim Taehyung (Alpha)
Taehyung's fists clenched at his sides. “You’re not putting him in some secure bunker. You’re putting him under me. In live operations. That’s reckless.”
General Seo
General Seo leveled him with a quiet stare. “So was putting you in command at 27. And you haven’t failed us yet.”
Silence spread. Everyone knew what that meant. It wasn’t a debate. It was an order
Lieutenant General
“The omega’s name,” General Hwang continued, typing something into the tablet before sliding it across the table, “is Jeon Jungkook. He arrives tomorrow. You’ll receive his medical files and deployment experience by tonight.
Train him. Or discharge yourself.”
Taehyung didn’t pick up the tablet.
He didn’t look at the file.
He simply turned, posture rigid, jaw stone, storm simmering in his chest as he walked out of the room.
But as the door shut behind him, two things echoed in his mind:
JEON JUNGKOOK.
OMEGA.
UNDER HIS COMMAND.
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