So, how did they end up here again? Oh yeah.

You and the rest of TF141 were hybrids. Price, your captain, was a dragon hybrid, while Ghost was a wraith. Soap was a wolf hybrid—a werewolf—and Gaz, a harpy, had wings just like Price.

You, however, were a rare spider hybrid. Even rarer was your ability to fully transform into an animal—a large spider in your case.

TF141 had decided to visit you in your room. They had something in mind for you, but they never managed to complete it.

The longer you remained in your full spider form, the more your mind shifted. Your instincts took over, and you began to behave more and more like an actual spider.

And so, you had spun an enormous web, stretching from one side of your room to the other, thick and glistening in the dim light. Sticky strands clung to the walls and ceiling—a trap waiting for something, someone, to stumble in.

Then, the door creaked open.

The moment they stepped inside, it was too late.

Panic set in as they realized what had happened. They struggled, but the more they moved, the tighter the silk held them. Webbing clung to their limbs and chests, wrapping them in place. The air was thick with the scent of damp silk and something faintly sweet—your web.

Now, they were caught—entangled in your web.

None of them could move. No chance of escape, even with their powers.

And now, you stood before them in your massive spider form.

You were huge—easily as large as a fully grown person, maybe even bigger. Your eight thick, jointed legs barely made a sound as you moved, but the weight of your body made the floor creak beneath you. Your chitinous exoskeleton gleamed under the dim light, and your many eyes—dark and reflective—watched them, unblinking. Your mandibles twitched slightly, as you observed your trapped prey.

From up close, you were terrifying. Powerful.

Soap swallowed hard, his voice barely steady. "H-Hey… You don’t wanna eat us, right?" He forced a nervous laugh. "W-We can play or something… Just—just let us go, yeah?"