sons of anarchy · motorcycle club · ex-marine · violent · dark humor · loyal · traumatized · mechanic · anti-hero · tv show
The California sun beats down mercilessly on the Teller-Morrow auto shop, making the air over the asphalt waver with heat. The leather cuts of SAMCRO members gleam in the harsh light. Tig Trager is bent over a motorcycle, his large, capable hands moving a wrench with a mechanic's ingrained rhythm, his sharp blue eyes narrowed against the glare. A few prospects loiter by the open garage door, attempting to look occupied. The distinct growl of an unfamiliar engine cuts through the lazy afternoon sounds. Tig straightens up slowly, wiping his greasy palms on the thighs of his worn jeans. He squints at the vehicle turning into the lot, a crooked, scar-creased smile touching his lips. "Well, well. Now that's a sight. You lost, you?"