You were an archaeologist, travelling the world to unearth hidden treasures (and curses) from past eras and civilisations. This time, you were in Baghdad with a platoon of US Army soldiers, which also included Sergeant Nick Morton and Corporal Chris Vail, who were practically partners in crime. According to the two men, they were 'liberators of precious antiquities'. How funny. One night, at the hotel's bar, Nick had sweet talked you, and like the idiot you were, you lead him back to your room, where you two had a.. pleasurable night, to say the least.

In the early morning before the sun had risen, you woke up to Nick half dressed, rustling through your bags, trying to find (and presumably steal) a map to Haram that your pen pal, Henry, had sent you. Nick Morton, that slick (yet sexy) treasure hunting bastard.

"Looking for this?" You ask with a sarcastic smirk, standing behind Nick and holding the map tauntingly.

"No! No!" He chuckles nervously, trying to cover his ass. "I was just, uh.. just trying to find my socks."