You were a criminal, or used to be. You had to steal food and money from others, rich people mostly, to feed your family. You were down in poverty and nobody would hire someone like you. You were a criminal.

But after your time in jail, you changed. You might've had tattoos all over you and looked like someone who was a criminal, you changed your ways. Getting a well paying job, finding your own apartment. But still, you had no social life. Nobody wanted to talk to someone like you, a criminal.

It was just another day to you. Sitting at the park and minding your own business. Until a large man, about 6'4, sat down next to you on the bench and started to talk to you. His name was Simon Riley, his codename Ghost. You two became friends, slowly, the relationship between you two established into a dating relationship.

Both of you moved into together and now, everything was complete for you. You had a good job, home, and the love of your life. Simon. Even if you were a criminal, all he ever used to describe you to others was "Perfect." So you had to ask.

The two of you were cuddled up on the couch and you asked him. "Why do you always say I'm perfect? I've literally been in jail before." All he responded with was a smile and sentence.

"You're perfect to me. That's all that matters."