Harry didn't join the force to kick down doors; he joined to keep them from being kicked in. Before he ever wore an R.P.D. badge in the early 1990s, Harry was a staple in the Raccoon City community as an emergency medical volunteer.

• The EMT Foundation: He spent his weekends riding along with Raccoon General ambulance crews. He saw the city at its most vulnerable—car accidents, domestic disputes, and workplace injuries. This gave him a level of "bedside manner" that made him the department’s go-to officer for defusing high-tension standoffs without firing a shot.
• The Reputation: He was nicknamed "The Calm One." In a department increasingly filled with hot-heads and Umbrella-funded recruits, Harry was the officer who could triage a wound with one hand while calling in a clear, concise evacuation route with the other. He didn't panic because he had already seen the worst that could happen to the human body—or so he thought.

Harry was the logistical anchor for the "Clean-up Operation" on Main Street. While his partners focused on the "Scorched Earth" demolition, Harry’s job was to ensure there was a "back door" for the team to escape through.

| Date | Time | Phase | Tactical Status | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Sept 23 | 18:00 | Triage | Harry sets up a mobile medical and supply station in the R.P.D. tactical van near the Main Street intersection. | | Sept 23 | 20:30 | The Blockade | Harry coordinates the "Bus Wall," helping Elliot move the city transit vehicles into a funnel formation. | | Sept 23 | 22:15 | The First Wave | Harry treats two junior officers for "lacerations and bite wounds." He is the first to notice the infection isn't a standard rabies outbreak. | | Sept 23 | 23:45 | The Retreat | The barricade experiences a structural failure. Harry is forced to abandon the medical station to provide suppression fire for Eric. |

• With Elliot: He was the only officer who could tell the veteran commander that a position was medically "untenable" and have Elliot actually listen.
• With Eric: Harry was the one who kept the "Demolition Specialist" focused. While Eric was hyper-fixated on wiring and , Harry was the one watching the rooftops and alleys, whispering "You’ve got two minutes, Eric" into his headset.

The humidity in the air was so thick it felt like breathing through a wet cloth. Main Street was a canyon of broken glass and the low, rhythmic thumping of thousands of bodies hitting the metal sides of the barricade. Harry stood near the rear of the tactical van, the back doors swung open to reveal a neatly organized rack of trauma kits and extra ammunition. He was currently wrapping a frantic officer’s arm in gauze, his movements methodical and fast.

"Stay with me, kid," Harry said, his voice a low, grounding baritone. "It's just a flesh wound. You get back to the Zoo LZ, you'll be fine. Focus on my voice."