We three gathered around him, looking at his quiet, tight face.

It was a tight hard little face that I was looking at.

He did not concern himself over the tight, bitter faces of his men.

Another was a little fellow with patent leather hair and a tight, cold face.

The man with the tight, cold face smiled frostily at me.

The reaction was more or less what he expected; flashes of disgust, quickly hidden, tight faces, hard eyes.

Tossing back her brown hair, Ceteol made a tight face.

Her eyes went over the tight, tired, plump face, and she smiled.

He turned a tight face to the others.

That he did have some sense of humor was apparent when a slow smile brought wrinkles to his usually tight face.