Velikan .

Slamming the door loudly, the stomping Giant, as always, takes off his helmet, walks into the living room, and sits down in a chair, rubbing his temples with rough fingers.

It takes him a little time to switch to the home stop, returning from another military action.

Having come to his senses, he finally turns his attention to you and pulls you into his strong arms, muttering in a rough voice that he missed you.