Neima "Spider" Hudson

Basic Information

Appearance

Gear & Equipment

Spider wears gear inspired by her callsign—spider patterns integrated throughout. Her balaclava features intricate spider web designs, with a plastic spider mask covering from her eyes to upper lip. Like Ghost has his skull motif, Spider has her arachnid aesthetic.

Her tactical gloves feature spider patterns. Her entire loadout maintains the spider theme—dark, tactical, intimidating. She's styled similarly to Simon "Ghost" Riley but with her own distinct identity.

Under the Mask

No one in Task Force 141 has seen her face. Her military documents are missing her photo. Under the balaclava: dark brown shoulder-length hair, dark brown eyes, medium brown skin. A massive scar runs from her upper lip on the left side down to her neck. Another scar cuts from her right eye to her cheek.

She has a star tattoo on her neck and a spider tattoo (Shizuku from Hunter x Hunter style) on her right lower abdomen. Her body runs cold, especially her hands.

Backstory

The Trauma (Age 15)

Born in France. Traumatic childhood—family harassment, screaming, beatings, depression. At 15, she came home from school to find her entire family murdered. Bodies hanged, heads severed, crushed. Even her cat was killed, belly cut open with a note inside: "We'll find you, last one."

She froze, staring at the bodies until she collapsed unconscious. A neighbor found her at midnight with the door open. After that, everything changed.

Survival & Military (Age 15-17)

Moved to Texas, USA at 15. Adopted by a single mom with 2 kids. Dropped out of school, worked multiple jobs to survive. Decided to join the military—a place where she wouldn't have to think, where food and shelter were guaranteed in exchange for service.

Spent two years working out obsessively: 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, 10km running daily (Vasco's routine from Lookism). Gained weight, got fit. At 17, joined the military by lying about her age. Became one of the best rookies in the SAS.

The Scars & Early Missions

On one of her first missions, an enemy slashed her face with a knife, cutting through her balaclava—creating the scars on her lip, neck, and eye. She killed him after. The scars became permanent reminders, but she never stopped. Never relaxed. People found her either respectable or weird for her relentless training schedule.

Verdansk: The Burial

The bunker in the Caucasus Mountains was collapsing. Flames roared up the rusted metal walls, thick black smoke filling the narrow corridors, the distant echo of gunfire fading as the last of Makarov's guards fell. Spider pressed against a crumbling pillar in the main chamber, breath ragged, her suppressed pistol warm in her grip. She was alone—SAS had called the exfil after the airstrike hit, but she'd stayed. One loose end. One ghost she needed to end herself. Makarov had been at the heart of it, issuing commands in clipped Russian, unflinching as the structure shook. She'd lined up the shot from the shadows—a clean burst from her rifle, bullets tearing into his chest, blood spraying dark against his coat. He'd staggered, eyes meeting hers through the haze. No panic. Just that same faint, mocking smile. Then the support beam gave way, rubble crashing down like judgment. She'd watched the debris entomb him. Watched the flames consume the pile where he'd dropped. No stir. No cry. Just the hungry crackle of fire. Spider lingered until the heat scorched her mask, lungs burning. She rappelled down the outer wall, boots hitting snow, and vanished into the night. Back at base, she filed the report alone: Vladimir Makarov KIA. Confirmed visual on fatal wounds and structural collapse. No questions. Her superiors nodded. Mission closed. She slept soundly for the first time in months—deep, untroubled rest. The ghost was gone. The chase was finished. For the first time since that bunker encounter years ago, Spider allowed herself to believe it.

The Briefing: He's Back

The briefing room at the 141 safehouse in Urzikstan reeked of stale coffee and gun oil. Price stood at the front of the battered table, arms folded. Ghost leaned against the wall, mask hiding his expression. Soap lounged in a chair, twirling a knife. Gaz scrolled a tablet nearby. Spider hovered near the back, arms crossed, gaze fixed on the floor. She'd been with the team a few months now—quiet, efficient, but distant. No one pried. Price clicked the remote. The projector flickered to life, and a live feed filled the screen: a dark room, grainy, a single figure stepping into frame. Dark coat. Familiar stance. That cold, composed face. Spider's breath caught. Her arms dropped to her sides. "...You," she whispered, voice low and venomous. The room went still. Soap sat up straight. Gaz looked up from his tablet. Ghost pushed off the wall, eyes narrowing behind the mask. On screen, Makarov tilted his head slightly, as if he could hear her through the feed. His lips curved into that same faint, infuriating smile. "Long time no see, little spider," he said, voice smooth and measured, carrying the same calm menace she remembered. "I see you've found new friends. How... touching." Spider's fists clenched at her sides. The others exchanged glances—Soap's brow furrowed, Gaz's eyes widened, Ghost's posture shifted like he was ready to move. "How the hell—" Soap started. Price cut him off, staring at the screen. "He's hacked our feed. Shut it down." Makarov chuckled softly before the feed cut to black. "We'll speak again soon." Silence fell. Spider stared at the blank screen, jaw tight, the old rage igniting fresh and hot. "He's alive," she said quietly. "And he knows I'm here." Ghost stepped closer, voice low. "You two have history." She didn't answer. Just kept staring at the empty screen. Price killed the projector and turned to face her fully. Soap leaned forward, knife still in hand. Gaz set the tablet down. Even Ghost shifted his weight, waiting. The room was quiet except for the low hum of the generator outside. Soap broke the silence first, voice rough but steady. "Alright, Spider. Call's over. You have to explain to us how the hell you know him." Price nodded once, arms still folded. "We're not moving until you talk." Spider's gaze finally lifted from the blank screen. Her eyes were hard, distant, but the fire behind them was unmistakable. She took a slow breath, the weight of the past settling heavy on her shoulders. The hunt wasn't over. It had just come home.

Personality

Core Traits

Cold • Blunt • Sarcastic • Harsh • Nonchalant • Loyal

Spider is difficult to work with—not because she's incompetent, but because her "spooky" behavior makes teammates uncomfortable. Previous teams requested transfers. That's why she was assigned to Ghost—he works alone anyway, and when they first met, he was pissed. Years later, Soap joined too.

She has the same personality as Ghost but talks even less. While Ghost might say "Yeah, cheers" or "I've got your back" to close teammates, Spider has social anxiety and ADHD. She only speaks to acknowledge orders: "Copy," "Roger that," "Target destroyed," or to report: "All Bravo, we got movement."

Mental Health

Undiagnosed PTSD and autism. Social anxiety. Apathetic exterior masking deep trauma. Aromantic—not into flirting, never kissed, finds it cringe. Feisty, masculine energy. Cusses a lot but doesn't lose her temper quickly.

Relationship with Ghost

Both cold, making friendship difficult. Over the years, she's gotten slightly closer—responding to his sarcasm playfully yet firmly. They're similar but she's even more silent. Rarely, rumors say she kills enemies violently and sadistically, especially when they mock her height or call her "Spiderman."

Combat Skills & Abilities

Why "Spider"?

She moves like Spider-Man—jumping, climbing walls, eliminating targets from impossible angles. Inside or outside buildings, she performs parkour with ease thanks to her petite, light frame. Don't underestimate her—she can take down armed groups with just a knife or gun.

Skill Set

• Parkour/Yamakasi Expert - Scales buildings, impossible angles
• Close-Quarters Combat - Deadly with knife or firearm
• Hacking - Best hacker skills, self-taught during childhood
• Stealth Infiltration - Silent operator, "Assassin's Creed girl"
• Strategic Mind - Calculated, serious, loyal

When asked how she learned all this, she just shrugs like it's nothing.

Likes & Dislikes

Likes

• Cat videos (sends them in private messages)
• Finding predators online, then doxxing them to their families
• Playing electric guitar
• Singing and listening to rock/metal
• Sculpting
• Making gifts/food for 141, especially Ghost (but never admits it)

Dislikes

• Touchy people
• Teasing people
• General Shepherd
• Philip Graves (warned about betrayal before it happened)

Voice Lines & Catchphrases

On the Field

Headcanons & Fun Facts

• Says no bluntly to requests, then does them anyway
• Never compliments. When she does, she won't repeat or admit it
• Sings cute anime songs in the shower (Roach heard her)
• Knows all FNAF lore, will explain for 8 hours straight
• Caught playing guitar outside base, shouting too loud
• Aromantic—sucks at flirting, finds it cringe
• Once had to flirt for intel extraction, the whole team listened on comms
• Accidentally bought a smutty book, burned it at midnight while making s'mores
• Sends memes in group chat, cat videos in private
• Talks in text emoticons: :) :( ^^ :3 >.< uwu owo •⩊•( • ̀ω•́ )✧ –” °-° >º< =^._.^= 𐐘💥╾━╤デ╦︻ඞා ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ༘⋆ ≽^•⩊•^≼ (｡- .•) ^._.^ฅ
• Broke the speed record in two tries (COD 4 reference)
• Likes shoulder rubs but acts like she doesn't care
• Has a soft spot for animals, especially cats
• Surprisingly good at baking, makes treats for the team
• Collects souvenirs from every mission in a hidden box
• Fears bugs and extreme heights (skyscrapers)
• Surprisingly good at dancing
• Can yell like a guy, full metalhead mode
• Makes food for team but pretends she's not hungry so they can eat
• Warned FBI about 9/11 at age 14, they ignored her
• Used to hide her gender early in career
• Finishes missions while blasting music—killed enemies to Rabid by Mortician
• Buried someone alive while singing Diggy Diggy Hole
• Has iconic knuckle crack when hunting remaining enemies
• Plays "two truths and a dare" with enemies—deadly version

Connection to Joe's World

Spider exists in the same dimension as Joe, Mike, Chad, Sergei, and the others, but in a completely different world. While Joe's story is grounded—working on cars in Texas, dealing with trauma, falling for someone—Spider's life is tactical operations, classified missions, and military bases.

They've never met and likely never will. Joe's in Texas living a civilian life. Spider's deployed globally with Task Force 141. They exist in the same reality but occupy entirely separate spheres—one dealing with personal demons through friendship and work, the other channeling trauma into tactical excellence and silent service.

Same dimension, different worlds. Both carrying scars, both shaped by violence, but living completely different lives.