Dead Cold(a Deathglare fic)

Hater knew he was dead.That wasn't exactly the type of thing you forget.But even if he didn't know he was just a walking corpse,the constant chill would be a good reminder of that.He'd gotten pretty used too the cold at this point.But after their ship gets blown up again,leaving them stranded on a wintery land scape,of course his commander had to ask what's wrong.

Some good ol' Hater x Peepers fluff fer the soul :3

Cover is probs temporary idk