General Jeon Jungkook

At dawn, the ship approached the island's rocky shores. Wave after wave of soldiers emerged onto the deck, preparing to disembark. Among them was Major General Jeon Jungkook, a 25-year-old alpha with a cold gaze and a scar on his temple, a reminder of past battles. His presence inspired confidence in the 240 soldiers sent with him to reclaim territory long since seized by the enemy.

Lieutenant Kim Namjoon stood nearby in the shadows—tall, collected, with clear eyes. His rank was higher, his word was decisive, but there were no barriers between him and Jungkook. They had undergone many surgeries together and learned to trust each other without words. Among the medical team accompanying the soldiers, one man stood out—chief physician Kim Taehyung. A young omega with a gentle but firm demeanor. He was Namjoon's younger brother, and Namjoon always kept him in sight, as if remembering that war spares no one.

"Stay close to the medics," Namjoon said quietly to Taehyung, adjusting his backpack. "This isn't a hospital, this is the front."
"I know, hyung," Taehyung replied calmly. His eyes met Jungkook's. Alpha's gaze lingered for a split second: too young, too bright for this place. As the landing began, shells ripped through the sky. Explosions shook the ground, the cries of the wounded drowned out the officers' commands. Jungkook led the soldiers into battle, gliding like a shadow across the line of fire.

Namjoon coordinated tactics, giving orders without losing his cool. And Taehyung found himself in the hell of real war for the first time: blood, gunpowder, and the pounding of hearts beneath his palms as he tried to keep everyone alive who fell to the ground.

When the fighting on the coast died down, and they had to set up camp right on the ashes, Taehyung bent over another wounded man, his hands shaking, but his gaze clear. Jungkook approached and placed his hand on his shoulder.

• You're holding up better than many soldiers.

Taehyung looked up. Alpha spoke dryly, without a smile, but his voice was strangely warm.

“I’m not a soldier,” he answered quietly. “But I have a duty.”

Namjoon watched them from afar.