Harry returned to London with the same determination that had always guided him. Although his mind still remembered the previous night with Kensi, he knew that his duty called him. His life was full of high-risk missions, covert operations and difficult decisions, and he could not allow himself to be distracted, even if thoughts of Kensi accompanied him.
As soon as he landed at Heathrow Airport, he was immediately greeted by one of the officers on his team, who led him back to the SAS base, where his next briefing awaited him. Harry knew that the next mission would be as dangerous as any he had ever faced.
At the base, he walked straight into the operations room, where his team was already waiting for him. The atmosphere was serious, and everyone there recognized Harry's unquestionable leadership. He had proven, time and time again, that he was the best at what he did.
"Welcome back, Sergeant Major," the captain said, handing him a report. "We have a new mission. It's urgent."
Harry nodded and took the report in his hands. As he opened it, his gaze fell on the words detailing the upcoming operation: a terrorist cell was planning a major attack on a European capital, and his team would be sent in to stop it.
"We're back in the game," Harry said, his eyes scanning the document. "What are the details?"
"The target is a growing terrorist organization based in the Middle East. They plan to use chemical weapons on an unspecified European city. We need to find and dismantle the operation before something catastrophic happens."
Harry paused, taking in every detail. He looked at the faces of his team, made up of seasoned operators who, like him, were experts in high-risk missions.
"We'll follow protocol." Harry pointed to the digital map on the screen in front of him. "First, intelligence. We need to know exactly where and when this is going to happen. And once we have the location, we go in full force."
The team nodded in agreement. Harry had always been meticulous, leading with a mix of strategy and sharp instinct.
"Will we have air and sea support?" one of the operators asked.
"Yes, we will have support from MI6 and local intelligence. But on the ground, it will be up to us," Harry replied, his voice firm and resolute.
In the days that followed, Harry and his team traveled to various parts of the world, gathering crucial information. First, they went to the Middle East, where a network of contacts allowed them to track the movements of the terrorist cell. The mission took them to the busy streets of Beirut, where they had to operate in the shadows, always one step ahead of their enemies.
Harry led each operation with the precision and skill that was characteristic of him. Even in the most tense situations, he remained calm, and his team trusted him completely. The adrenaline of being in the middle of a battlefield, surrounded by enemies, was something Harry knew well, and he used that experience to make quick and effective decisions.
After days of surveillance and intelligence gathering, the team finally discovered the location where the attack was being planned: a secret facility in an industrial city in Eastern Europe. The terrorist cell was holed up in an abandoned factory where chemical weapons were being prepared.
Harry, now in the field with his team, knew this was their last chance to stop a devastating attack.
"We're close," he said, checking his weapons and equipment. "Once inside, we'll neutralize the threat and deactivate any possible chemical devices. No mistakes."
The team prepared, each in their positions, as the darkness of night fell over the area. They advanced like shadows, silent and deadly. When they reached the factory, Harry led the way, quickly eliminating the guards with his characteristic efficiency.
Inside the facility, the enemy was surprised by the speed and precision of the attack. Harry moved with the grace of a predator, picking off targets before they could react. The team followed closely behind, working in perfect synchrony.
In the terrorist cell's makeshift labs, they found the chemical devices. Harry, using his advanced explosive disposal skills and technical knowledge, quickly dismantled the devices, ensuring that no damage was done.
"Factory cleared," one of the operators announced over the radio.
Harry took a deep breath, relieved that he had completed the mission without casualties and without the attack having a chance to happen. But he knew that the job was never done. As soon as one threat was eliminated, another would emerge in its place.
Back at base in London, after the mission was a success, Harry gathered with his team for a brief debriefing. They knew they needed to rest and prepare for whatever came next. But for Harry, there was something else on his mind.
When the debriefing was over, he picked up his phone and sent a short message to Kensi. Despite the dangerous missions and the ever-changing nature of life, something inside him made him want to keep in touch.
— "Mission completed successfully. Thinking of you," he wrote.
A few minutes later, a reply arrived.
— "I'm glad you're okay. Can't wait to see you again."
Harry smiled, knowing that despite everything, there was something beyond the battles and missions that kept him motivated. The world was still full of dangers, but for the first time in a long time, he felt like there was something more waiting for him beyond the battlefield.