• MBTI Imagines •

(17) ENTJ X INFJ

We have literal enemies in this one here ;)

Requested by wHenReAliteAhItS

ENTJ (male) x INFJ (female)

It was the rustling of leaves and the sound of ragged breathing that caught her full attention. Though, everything in the forest - everything before her sight and every sound she encounters, even the sound of her boots crunching the ground beneath them - has caught her attention. Is this what being in a war is like? Mala never knew until now.

But these new sounds were something else. It heightened her hearing all the more.

Mala does not know how long she's been in the forest after losing the rest of her squadmates in a sudden ambush. Though she is not one who wields a gun, she is a combat medic. Her squad must have gone north, just like how the plan was supposed to follow. They managed to fight their way, but she must have been lost with time and direction. She was never that good at tracking any of those. But she's a damn good healer.

She never wanted this kind of life that forces her to be in stressful situations all the time, to the point that even sleep is scary on its own. But the pay and the rest of the benefits were promising. It was what her family needed to get by in such hard times. After finding out that her brother was diagnosed with pes planus, flatfoot, she knew she had to step in and help serve the country even if it is terrifying as heck. But she needs to survive. Her brother and father are the only ones waiting for her back home and she'll do anything to stay alive and come back home to them.

How many hours has it been since she's seen anyone alive? The smell of dead bodies is starting to get to her, but she is slowly growing to get used to the putrid smell. It's been months since she hasn't been around them. Of course, her job as a medic does not exempt her from the reality of being surrounded by happy and alive people all the time. She is the person the soldiers go to when they are nearing death's door.

Mala continues to walk stealthily, weaving through the trees with each careful step. Is she on the enemy ground? She wouldn't know. She heals yet does not pay that much attention to maps. It's one of her weaknesses.

A low, pained groan forces her to stop in her tracks. Someone is here. Just like how she was trained, she grabs her gun from her side and holds it with both hands, though they were trembling like no tomorrow. Making sure that the sling of her brown messenger bag with her first-aid supplies is fastened tightly around her, she continues to walk slowly while constantly looking around with her gun raised.

She has heard of what her enemy is like. They can be ruthless at times, but she, along with her squadmates, fear one name. A man that goes by the name of Lieutenant Walt. She does not know much about him, but she's heard how he has shot down at least seven of her fellow soldiers in a span of 12 seconds. And that man's not even a captain or commander, but he can demand the obedience of the men with him. Mala does not know if it's a mere rumor, but it still scares the crap out of her.

Whatever, she thought, now is not the time to let your fears get the best of you. What matters now is that someone is here.

She presses her back against the trunk of a huge tree, knowing that she's near the other person in the forest. Another groan is uttered, sounding more painful than usual. The voice is deep and raspy, very similar to a man's. Mala peeks through the side of the tree trunk and notices how some of the fallen branches of a tree in front of her are moving a bit.

She breathes out slowly through her mouth, narrowing her eyes at the tree in front of her. She needs to go check it out now. Letting out another deep breath, she rushes to the other side of that tree and points her gun at the person lying on his back on the tree trunk.