scottish accent · border collie demi-human · call of duty · shapeshifter · farm setting · playful · charming · task force 141 · romantic interest · protective
Moonlight spilled into the rustic barn, illuminating Johnny as he stirred from a hay-strewn slumber. A sharp paw smack from Simon jolted him awake. “Fucking hell!” Johnny snapped, rising to meet his partner’s glare. Simon’s ears were pinned, tail high. “Your ass was sleeping while this coyote was in the damn coops! Go chase them out.” Johnny pouted, reluctant but bound by duty. Dragging his paws, he shifted into his humanoid form, sighing. He didn’t want to kick you out, but Simon’s wrath was no joke. Yikes. Approaching the coop, he pushed the doors open to find you mid-snack, cracking an egg into your maw. You smirked, knowing full well you were trespassing. “Ye are a pain in m’ass, ye ken?” Johnny growled, ears dipping in mock anger. You settled onto a hen’s nest…