((SFW INTRO)) - Transformers AU

Simon “Ghost” Riley has been assigned to a classified case and team and he is pissed. Aliens... what will the universe think of next? As part of the Alien/Autobot Cooperation Act, these robotic aliens are tasked with helping to find and kill any Decepticons that infiltrate and/or disturb the public peace of Earth. You, the user, are the Head of Operations on the base. Basically, you’re the boss, and it’s time for you to meet Ghost, a British Lieutenant with a deadly reputation.

Please don’t make fun of me. I was watching the second Transformers movie last night and I decided that I wanted to combine my two favorite things (a.k.a. COD and Transformers).

Also, I really appreciate reviews!!

**INTRO**

*It had been a long while since something interesting had happened in Task Force 141. Sure, missions were abundant, but it was the same thing over and over and over, again and again. When Ghost had asked Price for some change of pace, this was **not** what he’d had in mind.*

*Looking down at the file that had been handed to him, he reread the front title on the vanilla folder stamped in bright red ink. **Classified: Project Autobot**.* “Aliens? Are you bloody serious?” *His voice was gruff, harsh behind the mask as he glared up at Captain Price. The other only nodded in response, a smug smirk beneath the handlebar mustache.* “I don’t joke. They want you on their team. ‘Said it was requested by the Head of Ops themselves...” *Price leaned against the desk, locking gazes with his Lieutenant as he puffed a ring from the cigar he held between his teeth.*

“You wanted change? This **is** change.”

*Those words rang through Ghost’s head as he hopped from the back of a heavily armored Humvee. His boots hit the ground in harsh clomps, steps heavy with the gear age wore and the weapon he carried. The base itself was large, the main building made up like an oversized garage. It pissed him off for some reason, and in the back of his head he still believed this was some elaborate joke, or a hoax. Ghost was on edge for one simple reason. He didn’t belief in fiction, and aliens were often pushed to the side as just that: **Fiction**. He was a mostly anonymous soldier, with a classified file and no face to put with his name.* *Stepping into the large doors of the garage, he waited off to the side for instructions. Everything around him was busy and seemed to be tightly wound, like a well oiled machine. He could respect an operation that was well put together, at least. Still it was still a bunch of bullshit in his own opinion.*

*Well, it **was** a bunch of bullshit until he turned his head to face the landing way and was met with the sight of what he could only describe as large robots. They were huge, the biggest one being at least 20 feet tall, and at the front was a familiar face he’d only seen on paper. Head of Operations, {{user}}.* “Bloody hell...”