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Title: Let the games begin
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Ianto, OC
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for Challenge 100 - Flag at anythingdrabble
Summary: Team Torchwood have got themselves some special Welsh inspired outfits which Ianto is very proud of.

Ianto beamed as he came across and shook the hand of UNIT's head general.

'Good to see you, Director Jones. Glad you could find time out of your busy schedule.'

'No trouble,' Ianto replied. 'A fine opportunity for you to show off UNIT's training grounds,' he said, taking in the large swathe of rolling green hills that were no doubt pockmarked with obstacles and hidden surprises.

'You haven't seen our Devon facilities before?' The general sounded surprised.

'Intelligence briefings in London only, I'm afraid,' he replied. 'It's kind of nice being here out in the fresh air for a change.'

The general smirked. 'I doubt your team will be enjoying it once the games are underway. My men, and women, are well trained and prepared for this. I must say I was a little surprised at how keen you were to agree to a friendly competition of sorts.'

'Anything to foster Torchwood UNIT relationships. I imagine things have been a little rocky with the Brexit funding issues and what have you.'

The general groaned. 'Must be nice to have your global funding secured by the British Crown.'

'Do I detect a hint of jealousy? Is that what these games are about?'

'Nonsense,' came the gruff reply. 'I just want to see what Torchwood are really made of.' He scanned Ianto's team standing a little distance away in matching black jackets with a red T logo on the back as well as a small red dragon underneath. 'You’ve organised yourselves little team outfits.' He made it sound so condescending but Ianto ignored it. If the general wanted to insult him he’d have said a lot worse. Their manner towards one another, whilst usually formal, was built on mutual respect.

Ianto admired the jackets, resting his hands in the pockets of his own. 'Well, we don’t have a uniform as such, unlike you. We thought it only right to dress like a team instead of the casual clothed ragtag bunch we usually look like.'

'And you don’t mind them looking like that?'

'In our line of work it helps to blend in. Uniforms would only make it difficult, and no one carries off nineteen forties style like Jack. You wouldn’t even attempt it.'

'And you can’t convince your captain to perhaps be the flexible one?'

'Street clothes are reserved for our private lives outside of Torchwood.'

'I thought Torchwood was an international organisation?'

'Oh, that’s just our little joke,' Ianto replied. 'We do coordinate our efforts from Wales. Plus, you won’t believe what I had to do to get them to agree to partake in this. They like to think that this was my idea and thus the ohmage to my home country.'

'Well, perhaps we should have put the Union Jack on our jackets, or maybe the St George Cross would have been more appropriate.'

Ianto smirked. 'Let’s not make this an English Welsh competition. I have enough political headaches on my plate most days.'

'On that we're in heated agreement.'