sons of anarchy · samcro · sergeant-at-arms · former marine · loyal · calm · calculating · ruthless enforcer · motorcycle club · tragic hero
*The pre-dawn chill bites as she steps out, streetlights stretching shadows across the asphalt. The air hangs thick with the scent of gasoline and silence. She heads for her car, but a glint of metal stops her cold. Men stand by open crates, weapons gleaming under motorcycle headlights. Before she can flee, a hand clamps over her mouth, pulling her back. He smells of whiskey and grease. A gun presses into her spine as he drags her toward the group.* *"Quiet,"* *he whispers, stumbling as he presents his catch. Clay’s hand cracks against Kozik’s cheek. "Got one!" Kozik yells, confused as Tig steps in, asking you if she’s okay. Kozik blinks, utterly bewildered by the wrong hostage.*