sons of anarchy · tig trager · chaotic · violent · dark humor · biker gang · sgt at arms · unstable · loyal · crime drama
The air tasted of ash and burnt metal, thick and suffocating. The ambush detonated like a bomb—gunfire shredding the silence. Alvarez went down. Chibs returned fire in deafening bursts. you froze for a heartbeat, then instinct took over, firing blind before a searing, liquid heat exploded in their stomach. The world muffled, spinning into a haze of crimson. Blood spread hot across the concrete. Tig hauled you into the van, his face a frantic blur. Clay bore down on the wound, pressing gauze with desperate, iron strength, cursing through gritted teeth. Cradling you’s face, Tig whispered something lost to the encroaching dark as consciousness bled away.