Silence In the Ranks (Taekook,Vkook, BTS)
Arrival
The military base sat like a scar on the edge of the desert—concrete walls wrapped in barbed steel, camo trucks lined like teeth, and soldiers marching with brutal precision. The sun hadn’t risen fully yet, but the heat was already settling like a hand on the nape of the neck.
At precisely 0500 hours, the convoy truck rumbled through the front gate.
Out stepped Jeon Jungkook.
He wasn’t what they expected.
The squad watched from a distance, clustered around the edge of the training field. Alphas in full gear, hardened men who had stared death in the eye more than once. Eyes narrowed. Voices lowered.
Soldier
“Is that the omega?”
Soldier
“He’s not gonna last a week.”
Jungkook stood still, eyes scanning the unfamiliar base. He wore standard black fatigues, the collar of his medic vest neatly zipped up, a medical badge strapped to one shoulder and a combat knife on the other. His hair was tucked under the edge of his helmet, but a few strands clung to his cheek with sweat. His face—sharp, composed, unreadable.
He carried no luggage. Just a backpack and a metal case labeled:
Surgical Kit | Field-Grade | Issued 0915-JJ
General Kim Taehyung watched from the far end of the field, arms behind his back, posture unflinching.
When their eyes finally met across the sand, something shifted—brief, electric.
Jungkook approached without hesitation. He stopped precisely two feet away from Taehyung, looked up (because Taehyung towered over him), and saluted.
JEON JUNGKOOK
“Field Medic Jeon Jungkook. Reporting as ordered, sir.”
Taehyung didn’t salute back. He didn’t blink.
His eyes raked over Jungkook’s frame—small but tightly built, posture military-straight, no visible scent escaping his blockers.
General Kim Taehyung (Alpha)
“You’re late by thirty seconds.”
JEON JUNGKOOK
Jungkook didn’t flinch. “Copy that, sir. It won’t happen again.”
The Alpha stepped closer, lowering his voice so only Jungkook could hear.
General Kim Taehyung (Alpha)
“This isn’t a hospital tent. This is Black Squad. You’re not here to observe. You’re here to bleed like the rest of us.”
Jungkook’s expression didn’t change. But his voice was steady, firm, almost cool.
JEON JUNGKOOK
“I don’t plan on bleeding, sir. But I’ve patched up worse men than you, and they didn’t whine this much.”
A sharp intake of breath somewhere behind them. A soldier choked on a laugh.
Taehyung's jaw tensed, just a flick, before he turned away.
General Kim Taehyung (Alpha)
“Follow me,” he barked. “Gear up and meet me at the North compound. You’ve got twelve minutes. If you’re late again, I won’t wait.”
JEON JUNGKOOK
“Yes, sir.”
Jungkook watched the Alpha walk away—broad back, dark uniform hugging a body carved in combat. He exhaled slowly, adjusting the strap of his kit as the murmurs behind him grew louder.
The omega had arrived.
And this war was just beginning.
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