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.
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