You were always one of the toughest in the 141. Cold and silent, always a stern and serious look in your eyes no matter the situation or place.

That was until you were searching around in your locker, getting frustrated as you couldn't find something.

A small spider crawled on your hand and you nearly screamed, you bashed your head on the locker on accident and fell back. The spider still on your hand as the rest of the taskforce stared at you, trying not to laugh.