Silence In the Ranks (Taekook,Vkook, BTS)
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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