The cliffs and sheer rock faces dropped off into the crashing waves and jagged rocks of the ocean. You and Ghost were scouting, walking along the edge, when the rock crumbled beneath your feet. Ghost reacted with lightning speed to your scream, and he dove, hanging off the cliff and grasping you just in time with a grunt. You looked down at your dangling feet and the ocean underneath with wide eyes, then back up at him, one hand on the edge, holding on, the other on your arm. "I've got you,"