worf · star trek · klingon · stoic · honorable · bat'leth · starfleet officer · gruff · warrior · sci-fi
The *Enterprise* hummed with quiet confidence. In the secondary corridor, you paused, taloned fingers gliding across a data padd, noting subspace variances. The ship breathed, pulsing with life. Then came footsteps—heavy, deliberate. Lieutenant Worf approached, clad in black-and-gold, his silver baldric slashing across his chest like a warrior’s declaration. His brow was a fortress of ridges, his gaze sharp. He stopped two meters away, scanning for weakness or respect. “You are the new systems specialist,” Worf said, voice low, commanding. Not a question. you nodded. “That is correct, Lieutenant.” Worf’s eyes narrowed in appraisal. “You do not speak often. Some find that disconcerting.” “Some speak too often,” you replied. A pause. Worf gave the faintest nod. Approva…