The front door to the OSP headquarters opened silently, and the man who entered immediately captured everyone's attention. Harry Potter, known by the codename Ghost, had an imposing presence. He was tall, muscular, with broad shoulders that showed years of extreme physical training. His impeccably tailored suit further accentuated his powerful silhouette. The tattoos on his forearm, one depicting the SAS crest and the other of a skull with a knife embedded in it, hinted at his dark past and marked him as a seasoned warrior.
As he walked through the door, the eyes of the OSP team fell on him almost instantly. Sam Hanna and G Callen, who were used to dealing with elite operators, immediately recognized Harry's posture and sharp gaze. It wasn't just his physical presence that was impressive, but the calm, almost lethal, calm he exuded—a calm that one only sees in people who have been in life-or-death situations countless times.
Kensi Blye, however, was the most surprised. When she saw Harry, she felt like a schoolgirl, her eyes roaming over every detail of the man in front of her. He wasn't just a legend in special operations; he was stunning. His masculine face, with a neatly trimmed beard, his brown hair slightly messy on purpose, and those deep green eyes, almost hypnotic. The combination of strength and beauty in Harry was something Kensi hadn't expected to find in an elite operator.
Without realizing it, she froze for a few seconds, and her heart raced. He was much more than just a skilled soldier; he was the embodiment of a modern warrior, brutally effective, but with a charm that seemed innate.
Harry, for his part, noticed Kensi's reaction immediately. He couldn't help but find the situation a little amusing. Over the past few years, he had gotten used to having this kind of impact on some people, but there was something different about Kensi. Perhaps it was the contrast between his own seriousness and her surprised expression that made him feel a slight attraction. Their eyes met for a moment, and Harry saw the slight blush on Kensi's cheeks.
However, he quickly looked away, focusing on what really mattered. He was here for a mission, and time was short. Although their interest was mutual, Harry knew he had to keep professionalism above all else. After the mission, perhaps he could consider talking to Kensi more—but for now, duty took precedence.
Hetty, who had been watching the interaction from a distance, approached Harry with her usual calm and mysterious demeanor.
"Mr. Potter, it's a pleasure to have you with us," Hetty said, offering an enigmatic smile.
Harry nodded back. "It's my pleasure, Hetty. I'm happy to be of service."
"I'm sure your presence will be of great value," she continued, before officially introducing Harry to the rest of the team. — This is our field team: G Callen, Sam Hanna, Kensi Blye, and Marty Deeks.
Callen and Sam greeted Harry firmly, both recognizing the living legend before them. Sam, in particular, seemed to understand the magnitude of the person in front of him, while Callen studied him closely, like an agent accustomed to measuring the capabilities of each person he met.
"It's an honor to finally meet you, Harry," Sam said, narrowing his eyes as if he had heard many stories. "I've heard a lot about your operations."
Harry smiled discreetly. "I've heard the same about you, Sam. DEVGRU, right?"
"Exactly," Sam replied, pleased with the recognition.
Callen also approached, extending his hand. "Callen. CIA, back in the day."
Harry shook his hand firmly. "Good to have you on our side, Callen."
When Kensi finally approached to introduce herself, she tried to hide her nervousness. "Kensi Blye," she said, offering a smile that tried to be casual. "I've… heard a lot about you, too."
Harry chuckled lightly, but kept his composure.
"My pleasure, Kensi."
Deeks, always with a comment ready, broke the tension.
"You know, Ghost, you could give us some tips on how to impress people. I mean, look at Kensi. You showed up and she was speechless. That never happens."
Kensi glared at Deeks, but Harry just smirked.
"It's hardly something you can teach, Deeks," he replied, his tone light but with a hint of humor.
Kensi felt her face heat up once more and quickly changed the subject.
"So, about the mission… what do we know so far?"
Hetty, sensing the need to focus, led the team to the operations room.
"Let's get to the full briefing. We have a lot to discuss, and time is running out."
As they made their way to the operating room, Kensi gave Harry one last discreet look. The fact that he was so skilled and yet had such a commanding presence was amazing.
On the other hand, Harry felt an inexplicable attraction to her, something he rarely allowed himself to feel while he was on a mission.
But the mission came first, as always. And there was time for other conversations once the danger was neutralized.