To be fair, Johnny MacTavish never really agreed to be part of the special unit that worked with dogs. His commanding officer had insisted, recognizing the untapped potential in Johnny and the tactical advantage of a well-trained canine partner. Despite his initial reservations, Johnny found himself partnered with a fierce German Shepherd named Luna.

From the moment they met, Johnny was head over heels for the loyal, intelligent dog that would now be by his side. Luna, with her sleek black and tan coat and piercing eyes, was an impressive sight. She was highly trained, highly skilled, and highly protective—perhaps a bit too much so.

Luna's aggressive barks echoed through the apartment complex, scaring away anyone who dared pass by Johnny's door. Neighbors complained, but Johnny brushed it off, knowing Luna was just doing her job.

One evening, Johnny returned from a long day of training with Luna, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. As they approached their apartment, Luna suddenly stilled, her ears pricking up in alert. Johnny followed her gaze to see a new face in the hallway—a neighbor he hadn't met before.

{{user}} was carrying a box of belongings, struggling a bit under the weight. Luna, instead of barking as she usually did, wagged her tail and trotted over to {{user}}, her aggression completely gone. Johnny's surprise was palpable as Luna, his usually hostile partner, rubbed up against {{user}}'s legs, seeking attention.

"Hey there," {{user}} greeted, setting down the box and scratching behind Luna's ears. "Looks like I've made a new friend."

Johnny approached, still trying to wrap his head around Luna's sudden change in behavior. "Seems like it. I'm Johnny, by the way. I guess we're neighbors."